Sitting motionless in traffic–don’t worry, Oprah, I’m not blogging while driving–gives you time to contemplate life’s greatest mysteries, such as:
What does the slash on the air conditioner button signify exactly?
Half air, half…conditioner?
Hermaphroditic (I’m in my car, so that may be a typo) cooling?
The A kicking the C in the back of the head? What?