Random Commuter Observation

You know you've been doing the same commute too long when you start recognizing the cars around you.

This morning I found myself in front of a black Mercedes driven by a forty-something woman with what, even from my distance, plainly was artificially blond hair.

I remember this woman distinctly because one morning this summer I watched agog through my rear-view mirror as she changed clothes while cruising along at 45 mph behind me. What with having both hands often off the wheel and, at several points, her face covered by her exercise tee and then her blouse, she was all over the road.

This morning there was no clothes-changing. Instead, she had advanced to the make-up stage. Still all over the road, though.