This is a cause for traffic. "Traffic" meaning three or four cars waiting to pass a slow-moving tractor - and it is quite possible that you would know/be related to the driver.

This, however, is what I did this morning. It really might just give me ulcers. I hate big roads. I hate big roads with lots of cars. And I hate not knowing where in the h*** I am going.
Thank goodness I could rely on my ChrisChris (yup, husband is my GPS - good thing he wasn't in a meeting.)***
So, when you see that slow moving "what in the heck are they doing" car - it's probably me. Be nice.


