I've often wondered, Cetti, does a six pack of Cola in the plastic thingy count as one item or 6? At any rate, my exasperation level is easily exceeded when the obviously 17 year old (usually blond and usually female) in the little red sports car I see coming in my rear view mirror, speeding in and out of traffic passes me doing 50 MPH in a 30 MPH zone, talking on the cell phone and checking her make up in the mirror and I, doing the speed limit, pull up behind her three stoplights down the street, only to have her roar off again in what she believes religiously to be a display of superior roadpersonship (for the politically correct, but that's another rant)...Now, I feel better...