An open letter to a stranger.

Dear octogenarian driving the Buick in front of me on my way to work today...

Would you like another sedative?

Cause you weren't driving slow enough down the middle of two lanes, or swerving quite erratically enough to not fit neatly in to my pre-constructed stereotypes of drivers your age.

Your children should make an intervention for all of us, and take away your license and your keys.


-Jared

<---- The biggest thing you should drive.