Since I just got home after a long day at work and Tropical Storm Fay is scheduled to hit the mainland in the wee hours of the morning, I'd like to take this opportunity to rant a little about something that really gets on my nerves: hazard lights.

During my afternoon commute, it was raining. It wasn't a drizzle, but I wouldn't consider it a monsoon, either. And, yet, there was a car in a lane to my left that insisted on driving with its hazard lights on. Never mind that it was actually going faster than I was -- and I was going at a nice brisk pace -- but it also seemed to be giving off a vibe that said "follow me!" As another car approached it, it also turned on its hazard lights, and the two disappeared together.

On second thought, maybe they were just dating, and the blinking hazard lights helped them find one another.

Nah, I doubt it.

There's also the case of the car that was following close enough behind me that all I saw was its bright headlights. (I know they were the brights because after awhile, they became regular headlights.) I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but in this instance, I would have preferred a tailgater so close I wouldn't have been able to see the lights at all.

Anyway, that's all for now. I'm in desperate need of dinner. And maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll find something on television that has nothing to do with the weather forecast or the gymnastics events that were decided this morning, but are just now being broadcast. (Thanks, NBC!)