The car is not the home.

I love a long road trip alone...my music, junk food, truck stop shopping, stopping whenever I want and talking to myself...I get to feeling like I'm right at home. But I am not at home, I am in public..in times, even on display. Ive heard the stories of people and the things they've done in their cars; Peeing in cups, peeing in pants, peeing out windows, applying makeup, Strokin', watching DVD's (of ALL genres) and if you have a VHS player in your car...you are my hero, dancing, knitting, sleeping, and the ever-so-popular picking of the nose. However, It's what Ive seen with my own eyes that has made me realize that some people get so accustomed to their automobiles that that leave reality. A month or so ago, a few of us were on the road home from Alabama, when I looked next to us to see a man who appeared to be having a medical issue, his face was convulsing, and he was dry heaving..so it seemed. I made eye contact with him, and he lifted himself off the seat to show all of us his glory...yep..he was "taking care of himself" and lucky us, we came in at the finish. He then fish-tailed off the next exit and we had an awkward ride home in silence..suddenly all of my Zaxby fries looked like little penises. Ew. That is actually the second time Ive seen that, (you know who you are Mr. driving south on GA 400 in your tan Chevy Avalanche with Gwinnett tag and UGA sticker)...sick bastard. There was also the car I was next to in traffic recently, elderly couple, wife is driving and smoking with the windows up..hubby is in the passenger seat hooked to an Oxygen tank. If I had a dollar for every person Ive seen picking his/hers nose, I would have $87.50 and be rich (kids count as .5). We are all on the road for one reason, to get someplace. Eventually you will arrive at your destination, and make that place the one you do these things at (except for you, oxygen tank lady..who is probably related to Tawny Kittain). The Ostrich buries its head in holes because it believes if it can't see you, you cant see it...but we are not Ostrich and the car is not home...so get you finger out of your nose and your hand out of your pants.