Driving Under Idiocy

It's Cherry Blossom Season in DC. The city is awash in allergens and the stupidity of tourists. Driving has become intolerable, thanks to the cumulative incompetence of drivers with out-of-state plates inching along at ten mph staring slackjawed at our monuments...

or balking at the flow of cars in traffic circles...

or spinning the steering wheel desperately back and forth like a scurvy-weakened sailor navigating choppy seas in a vain attempt to bring one's tires parallel to the curb.

In tourist season, everyone is an Asian Woman Driver.

Every once in a while though, my annoyance turns to mean-spirited joy. Today I saw a driver in a convertible, with the top down but the windows rolled up.

What was most puzzling was that driver wasn't, as I would have predicted on first glance, a middle-aged white guy wearing Tevas or Birkenstocks with white crew socks (socks plus sandals, I guess, being the sartorial equivalent of driving a convertible with the top down and windows up).

The driver actually turned out to be a college-age girl with pretty long blonde wavy hair -- the kind of white-chick hair that smells like dog fur when it rains.

She looked style-conscious and superficially self-aware. In all respects, she could have been an extra on The Hills. Which made it all the funnier that she would be rolling down 23rd Street in her slick ride with the cool breeze in her hair and pollen-coated windows at full mast.

Maybe she was motivated by safety?

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1264535/Muslim-woman-strangled-burkha-freak-kart-accident.html