So there was the woman in the huge mid-'80s-era Cadillac who kept blowing her horn while she was stuck behind me while I was waiting at a stop sign to cross a street near my apartment, trying to get me to move over so I could let her pass and make her turn. The thing is, if I moved forward, I'd get my car's front end taken off by the traffic whizzing by on the street. If I moved back, I'd hit her huge-ass car because it was so close to mine that I couldn't see her headlights in my rearview mirror. Maybe if she invested in a smaller car, she could've fit around mine. If she couldn't fit her huge-ass self into a smaller car, maybe she should invest in something to make her smaller. Honking and waving at me wasn't going to make the situation any better. Then there was the guy who was parked right in front of the entrance to my building's parking lot, who had to get out to come back and ask me why he couldn't get in. Apparently, they give licenses to the illiterate here in California because he couldn't read the sign right next his truck that said "MONTHLY PARKING ONLY" when he was simply coming to the building to pick up some papers from an office. He also didn't quite grasp the concept of another entrance that was for non-building workers which I pointed out to him. It took a few tries for the idea to sink in for him. Aside from this, I've been thinking about how long it's been since I've driven a stickshift. It's fun. I miss it. It's also becoming a lost art, from what I understand. Too many cars are sold with automatic transmissions, even the sportier ones. I've had a couple friends ask me if I could teach them how to drive stick. I'd love to get a stickshift car, but the thing is that I play with the radio so much and I don't want to constantly deal with the added distraction of having to pay attention to the gears as well as what's going on on the road. Plus, in a big city, it's not as much fun because you're constantly shifting up to second, then back down to first and stopping, then repeating. I used to date a girl who drove a stickshift, so I'd... ahem... appropriate her car every now and then when I needed my fix.