The streets had a light dusting of snow this morning. I was on my way to work. The song "Boogie Oogie Oogie" (Taste of Honey, 1978) was on the radio, and I was thinking "'We're gonna boogie oogie oogie til we just can't boogie no more' -- what does that even mean?", when suddenly a minivan swerved in front of me and I slammed on the brakes while once again being validated in my belief that minivan drivers are the absolute worst drivers in the world. I mean, these people go from driving a little Toyota Corolla to a vehicle that is more the size of a bus and they can't see anything, so they just change lanes with reckless abandon and are a menace to society.
I used to have a bumper sticker on the refrigerator at the office -- "Minivans Are Tangible Evidence of Evil". (Remember that, Aaron?). I never had the nerve to put it on my car. I don't want to take a chance on distracting those people.
I say, after we get assault weapons banned, let's go for minivans next.