Maybe that's just how he rolls

I was just driving home from lunch with the Wonderful Chrissy, and I saw an old man driving.

He was driving very slowly.

He was weaving from side-to-side.

He had his windows rolled down, and it is very literally 103 degrees today. And it was a new car, so the chances of the AC not working are slim.

And when I pulled next to him, I saw that not only was he too short to see over the steering wheel, he also was wearing a bright red trucker hat, ala Ashton Kutcher, pulled down over his eyes.

And then I looked at his hands.

His hands people, his hands.

He was wearing gardening gloves. One hot pink, the other yellow with flowers.

I really need to start carrying my camera around with me.

How drunk can you possibly be at 2 pm on a Thursday? Drunk enough to say, "Hey, it's a nice day, I'm gonna go for a drive. But I better wear my wife's gardening gloves so I don't get too chilly out there."