Schooner commuta, the commuta with a heart.

Was cruising south along the highway this morning when I noticed in the rear view a woman driving so close to my bumper that we were practically car pooling. She was dressed in a business suit and had taken the time to curl her hair. Her army green Volvo would have just blended into the commute any other day, but today it was being driven like a race car. Her Yankee candle air freshner swayed as she alternated between the gas and the break desperate to get to her destination.  Her lips moved in such a way that it looked like she was rehearsing her Schooner Tuna pitch. I got in the right lane and let her pass. You're welcome if tuna goes on sale.