I really need to get a codriver ride so I can use my anal-retentive, nit-picky powers for good. Or at least for entertainment.
And again, I am comparing the sanity levels from this weekend (where I rubbed elbows with nut jobs who talk casually about rolling cars and think driving down a rock-lined dirt road at speeds that exceed 100 MPH is pretty darn cool) and my work. And again, I am coming solidly down on the side of the car-rolling, rock-braving nut jobs as being the more reasonable, adult individuals. Think about it.