Here I am, under the dense concrete. You know, a lot of cars are often parked in front of this thing. Fortunately, none of their windows have ever needed to be broken.


Some Possible Suspects:

Lynn: Mirrors are impractical things that don't need to be on cars. Let me turn my whole body around to change lanes. Oh, there is a sign there that says we can only turn in one direction; just wait until the trolley passes and turn when no one's looking. Let's not pay any attention to the stopping cars in front of me and just stare at those pretty little buildings.

The Bus Drivers: Oh, I'm behind on my route, so it's okay to run consecutive red lights. I need to change lanes. Since I'm bigger than all the other cars on the road, it makes it okay to just cut them off when they are parallel to me.

The School Bus Drivers: Move out of my way because here I come, the massive yellow thing full of disposable children. I can force my way into lanes, or even start my own lane in the shoulder. I can drive in the gray area where the freeway forks before the bus lane so I can get into my lane. I carry children, so make way, or I will pump my intoxicating exhaust into your face!

Maeda: Hey, that truck is weaving through traffic. Let's annoy it by cutting in front and slamming on the breaks. Oh, it cut out from behind me! I should chase after it and try to annoy it some more.

Lori: Yes! It's the weekend and no one's on campus! Let's go speeding forty miles per hour through Chamberlain drive! I'm sure that'll be lots of fun.

Vincent: It's okay to go fast, but only if you have to deliver some urine and blood samples or take your siblings to school.

Wendy: Close your eyes while I make an illegal turn.

Buckle Up--It's the Law.


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