saw the strangest thing this morning. This Puerto Rican lady in front of me at a red light gets out of her car, adjusts her shirt (she was one of those 5' tall 250 pound hoochies in a skin tight sleeveless shirt and hip hugging jeans which look like they were spray painted on). Her hair was died some shade of orange and looked fried to death. She pops her trunk (the light is green by now) starts shuffling around the heap of garbage in there, and after about 30 seconds doesn't find what she's looking for. She stops briefly on the way back to her door to pound once on the drivers rear window at her two (that I could see) small children (who couldn't have been more than 3) and who were trying to climb out of a half open window (um seat belt law? child seats?) and then raises her hand like she's going to hit one of them, which served to drive the little kids back inside. I honked (the light had been green a while) she flipped me off high in the air without even looking my way, adjusted her shirt, opened the door, got in, sat down, did something inside for a couple seconds, then shut her door, then took about another 5 seconds to turn around and yell something at the kids (the light is red again by now). When the light finally turned green she floored it like a nascar driver, cut some kid in a mustang off and was back on her way to wherever.