The white SUV next to me is weaving between the shoulder and center line. I move towards the edge of my lane to give the vehicle a wide berth. The driver, a woman in her thirties rocking some scrubs, looks up and corrects her steering so that she’s saddled in the middle of the lane again. Then she goes back to her texting, tweeting, online shopping, Candy Crushing, or whatever it is that is more important than driving. What the fuck is wrong with people? I want to lay on the horn. After all, someone needs to teach her a lesson. And although I desperately want to scare the bejesus out of her, I can’t. I’ve got this yogurt container in one hand and a spoon in the other. As far as navigating the highway, that’s why God invented the left knee.