On Old People Driving

I was stuck behind an old Grand Marquis today, going about five miles an hour, signaling way too early and pulling through turns slower than the plot progression in a Peter Jackson movie.

But while I was stuck behind this woman as she let her barely-ambulatory husband out of the car in the fire lane of the local produce shack I was fortunate enough to notice that some witty soul had vandalized this old woman's car, removing the letters R, Q, U, I and S from "GRAND MARQUIS." I was following a Mercury Grandma.