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).
- She was remembering the argument she had with her partner that morning and knew it was her fault but was loathe to admit it.
- She had a sick dog in the seat next to her who was leaking on the leather as she drove him to the vet.
- 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.”