People in glass houses.
Afternoon rush hour. A red minivan with two carseats. A stick appeared over the right car seat occupant’s head. Except it wasn’t a stick. It was one of those jester-style puppets, and it was dancing. It was nicely framed by the rear window, and tracing a lively jig in the air. After a moment, it was joined by a second puppet rising majestically from the left car seat. For the next four miles, the puppets performed a surprisingly entertaining show, completely unnoticed by any other driver. I, alone in the car behind, was amused very nearly to the point of wetting myself.