I’m in lovely Huntsville, AL.  I arrived at the airport this afternoon and caught a taxi back to the hotel.

It’s kind of an unwritten rule that you don’t have to wear your seatbelt in a taxi.  The driver wasn’t.  I wasn’t.  Taxis just seem like strong, impenetrable tanks with force fields around them.  If you’re paying for the drive, it must, somehow, be safer. 

At least that is what I thought until this:  The driver took out his cell phone and started looking for a phone number that was programmed in there, somewhere.  He couldn’t seem to find it.  He then proceeded to lean waaaay over to the glove compartment to retrieve a magnifying glass.  A magnifying glass!  This is when I noticed that he already had ridiculously thick eyeglasses on.  The ridiculously thick part is the part that it took me a while to see. 

Then, speeding down the highway toward my hotel, he started examining his cell-phone contacts list with the magnifying glass!  One hand on the phone.  One hand on the magnifying glass.  Eyes searching the list.  Hello?  HELLO?!

I arrived safely at my hotel.  Whew!