Josh, Lindsay, and Mackenzie

Many people associate the car wave with Texan drivers; if you change lanes, you wave to the person that let you in. Granted, over the years the quantity of waves has declined, but still, we see plenty of waves here and there. I have decided, however, that sometimes the wave is negated based on something else you do. Here's a handy list for you...this way you know if I'm secretly cursing you when you do these things.

1. If you change lanes without signaling, and then wave at me, those two things negate each other. Don't even bother waving because I already hate you. Turn on your signal...what am I? A mindreader?

2. The smoke wave. Sure, you've signaled, but you've got your hand out the window with a cigarette and now your smoke is in my A/C. If I'd wanted your cigarette smoke in my car, I'd have offered a carpool situation; we're clearly going the same direction anyway.

3. Ok, so you've signaled and you're not smoking. You've waved and you're in my good graces, but oh wait...you're driving 10 under the speed limit. I now hate you. Considering I'm most likely driving 10 OVER, I am now going 20 miles an hour slower than I want to be driving, and this bothers me greatly. Stick to the right lane people!

4. So, you've signaled, waved, and are driving as fast as traffic will go. BUT, perhaps traffic is very, very slow...let's imagine a rush-hour situation. Please don't continue to look in your side mirror and give me ogling looks. If you think those looks are going to convince me to get out of my car and hop into yours in a fit of random passion you are severely mistaken.

5. Alright, the final straw...you've done everything you should but you're driving a car that is putting out exhaust that makes me wonder if I'm inhaling substances that will either make me high or die. You need to get out of my lane immediately. Seriously, get that thing fixed.

Anyway, I hope you're having a great driving week and keep these things in mind...they might save you some curses thrown against you! I can't tell you how many people I've cursed with the classic Sophia Petrillo curse that ones socks will never stay up...