So as Cole and I were driving home from Bed Bath and Beyond last night we almost gave a very loud honk to the driver in front of us...
Our frustration started when Cole realized the car in front of us was a Acura something, something model something, something year that he really liked and there were about 15 bumper stickers all over the back end. In Cole's eyes, this person had successfully ruined his favorite car.
We read through some of the normal "I hate Bush" ones and even pondered the depth of the "Don't eat meat" one. Our favorite was one of a Native American man and the phrase "The earth is not ours, We are the earth's."
At that point we had to give this person props for believing enough in each cause to post it on his/her bumper. I mean that takes some measure of belief, right?
Right as we came to this realization, a cigarette butt flew out of the car window and landed on the ground.
No words folks, no words.