Driving to work this morning, I was squirting some particularly resistant goo off the windshield. About when I had partial success, the BMW behind me zipped around, pulled in front of me, squirted their windshield washers, then changed lines to get onto 280. Sigh. It is sad when someone needs vengeance about tiny things. I somehow doubt that driver will have a long and happy life.

He did help get more of the goo off my windshield, though.