A TRAFFIC ATTACK.

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I am so one of those people that thinks she's invisible within the confines of her car.  When I'm behind the wheel, there is no limit to my behavior, whether it's bouncing and wailing loudly along to the radio, picking my nose, or changing into/out of yoga clothes.  Truly, it's ridiculous.

But recently, I was stopped in my tracks while plucking my eyebrows at a routine red light stop.  The car in front of me, in ever terroristic fashion, turned.....his rear windowshield wipers on.

I have never felt so violated in my entire life.  Oh yeah, Voyeur McPeeping?  You were watching me and judging me so intensely that you noticed your back windshield was DIRTY?!

You are disgusting.  How dare you.  Mind your OWN business, sir!