When you first honked, I admit you startled me.   I mean, I had a lot on my mind what with DeMarco Murray and getting to class on time and all, so for a split second I thought that I was holding you up and that I wasn’t stopped at a red light behind someone with nowhere else to go.  I’m not really sure what you wanted me to do, but I did want to mention that I when I saw you in my rear-view mirror, digging in both your nostrils as if you were trying to actually scratch your brain, you lost a bit of credibility.  When you proceeded to eat the spoils of your labor, however, I almost wanted to tip my hat to you, oh gross one.  To pick your nose and eat it is one thing.  To sound an alarm before you do it takes a certain confidence that is rare these days.  Kudos, vile driver.

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