Dear Older Woman In The Jetta Next To Me Out In God-Knows-Where Tennessee,

When I pulled up next you, honked, and started talking, that was your cue to roll down your window and help my lost soul find the elementary school I was in search of. NOT an invitation for you to stare at me through your passenger side glass pane for approx 12 seconds then give me the universal signal for "i can't hear you" while mouthing those very words ALL THE WHILE making NO attempt to rectify the situation by rolling it down.

I hope you liked my "Whatever, Dumbass. I'll find a gas station" look.

Love,
A