I get stared at in my car a lot. Maybe it's my totally wacky bumper sticker ("these republicans are scaring me!"), maybe it's "hey, pretty lady," I don't know. And sometimes I feel like the best way to deal with this is, rather than a) flipping them off; b) rolling my eyes and speeding away (v. difficult when at red light); or c) pointing to my
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