...a little like this

You're driving, successfully, down the road. You know where the brake AND accelerator pedals are. Both of your hands are on the steering wheel, and you have a pleasant-happy smile on your face.

Then all of a sudden a charcoal colored Vibe with spider decals in the windows and a slightly frustrated but optimistic looking red-head (with brown roots that are almost long enough to be dangerous) pulls into the lane behind you.

Suddenly your accelerator pedal disappears, your brake pedal becomes intermittent (available only seconds before you have to stomp on it to prevent being part of a multi-car pile-up), your cell phone rings, your other cell phone rings, a cigarette (you never smoked before!) is about to burn you, and there's a chocolate shake: all in your lap / all over the passenger seat / being used as a missile by your youngest child (you choose), and what's worse, your car has just developed a NASTY exhaust problem. You do NOT have a smile on your face, and all of your fingers (except your middle one) on your right hand fall off.

Sound ridiculous? Sound impossible?

I thought so too, but I have recently been paying a LOT of attention on my commute both to and from work, and invariably, the cars in front of me on the expressway are representative of the situation I just described above.

At least it's already Thursday.