So... the next time you see a sea of brake lights in front of you on the freeway*... just remember: you're about to be hit by a shock wave.
*freeways. I remember those! I remember traffic jams, too. The worst part of this past summer's vacation was transiting Hot'Lanta during rush hour in a car with a dying clutch. Can you imagine? Speaking of traffic jams...
I remember this sorta stuff, too, albeit not in Iraq. Turkey is close enough, as is Thailand. Anyone who's ever driven ANYWHERE in the Third World... and some parts of Europe (think: Italy. And France.)... has no right to bitch about American drivers. Yet I still do... go figger.
And then there's this...
That would be my in-box. Note the red banner at top which urges me to "take extra precautions" as Spyware Doctor thinks my in-box is "highly suspicious." Do they know something I don't? And how?