I adore that feeling that occurs when I’m chastising the car in front of me on 40 because “Doesn’t he know his turn indicator is on? Geesh, he’s been going around the world to the right for the last ten miles… what a fool” ……only to notice my turn indicator has been on the last 15 miles while I was jamming to the new Madness album with the sunroof open to the bright and shiny air above. The fool is me. I am the fool. Ha ha ha on me.