Odd Traffic Tales

Pressed for time in this fast-paced dog-eat-dog word of deadlines and microwavable dinners? Save minutes a month by cutting your fingernails at traffic lights.

I kid you not. At two successive red lights on the way home from work this evening I observed the driver of in the blue Buick in front of me stick his hands out the window as he trimmed his fingernails. I guess translucent keratin cuttings piling up at intersections is better than undecomposed curbside Marlboro and Kool filters. But are we so pressed for quality time at home that we need to do this sort of grooming in traffic?

Strange.