Heading off to work after taking boy to school, I found myself behind a late 80s model Nissan that was riding the bumper of the Isuzu Trooper in front of it. (I always get nervous when I see people tailgating so insistently, and I try to fall as far behind as possible so as to avoid participation in the impending pile-up, which never happens, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, right?) In any case, on the back of the car that was tailgating the Trooper, wedged in between the Dead Can Dance and the Miracles Happen bumper stickers was one that read: I’m not your wife so get off my ass! Now, it could have been a deliberate contradiction, the driver knowing full well that she herself tailgates quite forcefully and was therefore mocking herself using the reputable forum of her rear bumper. But then again I can’t imagine that anyone would ever give that much serious thought to bumper sticker placement. Something tells me she was, instead, compromising the zen principles espoused on her very own mobile billboard because she was late to work. My words to her, perchance I should meet her: There’s no ‘hip’ in hyprocrisy. (Hey, that could be a bumper sticker.)