Driving in Greece seems like an interesting pastime.

Yesterday as we were on the way back from dropping off more crap at our new house, an errant cow found its way onto the road. …

We were patient as the errant cow made its way across our lane, but as it crossed to the oncoming lane, a guy in a sporty car decided it would make sense to blink his headlights at it. I am not in any way fluent in cow communications, but somehow I think the best cow whisperer would tell you this is probably not a good idea. Who knows what the cow actually sees, and what it thinks about what it sees? At any rate, this cow seemed to interpret the blinking headlights as a “come hither” thing and so it slowly made its way towards the sports car, at which point the guy proceeded to honk at it endlessly.

Maybe that other driver was actually Short & Fat

Today, driving down the interstate a woman in the car in front of me was applying makeup. Which is fine, if you don’t drive like a f*cking blue hair, but she was. As I passed, I was tempted to cut my wheels hard in her direction and lay on my horn.