Yesterday afternoon while I was standing outside my office with a cigarette, I saw an almost accident. Some guy in a big ass SUV pulled away from a curb without checking traffic and he cut off a woman in a smallish sedan. At least I'm guessing that's what happened. I wasn't paying much attention until the distinctive tire sound of a sudden stop turned my head.

As both drivers passed in front of me, I saw the SUV driver's wife mocking him a little and the woman behind them cursing and sputtering and taking out her frustrations on the steering wheel. Which reminds me of one of my all-time favorite ideas.

Wouldn't it be cool if every car had a built-in phone, and if that phone's number was the car's license plate number? That way when somebody cuts you off, you can call him up and tell him what a pig fucker he is.

And then he'll pull over and beat your ass with a tire iron.

Ok, shut up! I didn't say it was a good idea.