April 1, 2003:

I'm driving 65 m.p.h. on the freeway this morning, headed to FUTURES. I'm in the second lane of four, next to the entry/exit lane. In my peripheral vision, I can see a small silver car in the lane next to me, on the left, overtaking my car. It's slowly weaving in and out of it's lane, crossing the white dotted lines. I back off.

It's a new Ford Econo-Crap, being driven by an old woman with a fresh, straight-from-the-beauty-parlor, all gray hairdo. She's a grandma to someone. She's NOT weaving due to having a stroke. She's not even on a cell phone. She's weaving because she's so busy KNITTING!!! She's doing 70 m.p.h. at the wheel, knitting and weaving.

I was caught between my catching back up, honking, and flipping her the finger, or staying behind, so she would kill someone else, not me. She was headed straight for someone you love. She's a killer. I watched her, and thought "Note everything. Someone will need a good witness..."

She continued to wander in and out of her lane, and when she intentionally (?) changed lanes, she of course couldn't be bothered with turn signals. I hated her, whoever she was. I was too close to my exit to call her in to the state police (who monitor the freeways here). This IS something I do, when I spot a drunk or other asshole on the road... IF I can stick with them long enough to give the police a good description and bearing. On a day off, I followed a drunk down the highway, on to residential streets, and into an apartment parking lot. I was on the phone with the police the entire time (probably 20 min./15 miles), but they hadn't caught up yet, and once he was on "private property" I was told they had to retreat. After all that, AND the fact they HAD a WILLING witness, they backed off. I left, feeling useless and angry.