“Don’t judge me for driving a Hummer, you ersatz-hippy green-ennial type!”
Oliver “Shiny” Blakemore
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Okay. I just thought of a few more reasons she may have looked like she was judging you when she actually wasn’t (she probably was).

  1. She was remembering the argument she had with her partner that morning and knew it was her fault but was loathe to admit it.
  2. She had a sick dog in the seat next to her who was leaking on the leather as she drove him to the vet.
  3. She had gas (in her stomach — not her tank).

P.S. After getting snowed in for a week for the umpteen millionth time, I almost bought a Hummer 10 years ago. I was so pissed off about not being able to get out of my driveway or access road, I actually stooped to entertaining fantasies about owning a fucking Hummer! Sanity prevailed and my boyfriend at the time bought me an all-wheel drive Audi A4, which by the way, doesn’t do shit when you’re sliding down an icy hill, and guess what? Turns out, it only takes Premium gas and is a bitch to get serviced by anyone but an Audi dealer because they make their parts and tools proprietary. I’m not bitter. I’m grateful I have a car that runs. But on those cold foggy, icy mornings when I’m heading down highway 189, I look wistfully at the Hummers and think “I bet if I had a Hummer, I wouldn’t be about to die right now.”