I recently posed this question to my friend Sam (Samantha): "how many times does it take for me to mutter to myself "well, you're just a c*nt in a Prius (or BMW, Mercedes, Ford or whatever)" on the way to/from work before it loses meaning?"  She said "never".

I hope she's right. I say it an awful lot to myself on the way to work and on the way home each night. :-)

I don't know which is worse, students on the way to UCLA (late for class, of course) in the morning or the rich Brentwood commuters getting off work each night....