...or Captain Obvious is oblivious.
Driving to an appointment at lunch, I was stuck behind someone who was driving two miles an hour (okay, it was closer to 20.) I didn't shoot past him only because we were fairly close to the street I was going to turn on, but it was perplexing.
The streets are pretty clear (lest you forget, we had 13" of snow this week), the weather is sunny...so what is this guy's problem?
Then I noticed his license plates: TEXAS.
!duh
Any "whap my head, I shoulda noticed that" moments happen to you lately?
Lynn