This really isn’t a tale of woe, but it certainly is strange…

I was on the freeway, driving to a nearby library to do some schoolwork. I was in the right hand lane and got stuck behind an old, slow-moving Mazda 626. I only had about half a mile to drive before my exit, so I patiently stayed behind the slow moving car. Then the slow car slowed even more, slamming on its brakes and even veering slightly to the right. Still, I remained behind the car, as my exit was approaching. Finally, the exit came. The slow car took the same exit, but I managed to pass it, as the exit ramp had two lanes. I passed the car to the left, and as I passed, I saw, seated in the driver’s seat, a middle-aged woman who was holding a disposable camera and taking a picture of me.

I was and still am thoroughly perplexed.