It happened again today.  Sometimes it's just what I call
'floating mind' syndrome .  Other times it caused by brain
overload. (one might say easily accomplished in my case)
Today was just pure bliss that caused it. 
  I do not like ice cream.  well properly stated I do not like
good ice cream.  All of the ice cream that people rave about
just don't do it for me.  Now.. give me those cheapo ice
cream sandwiches or one of those pre-made waffle cone
thingies with the nuts on top and I'm in heaven.  Go figure,
yet another quirk !  But my usual downfall is good old
Dairy Queen soft serve cones, usually dipped in chocolate.
Some say it's not ice cream at all but ice milk .. what-ever
I still prefer it over all of the five dollar a scoop speciality
ice creams.  Maybe cause DQ always hires the sweetest
young girls to serve it, or maybe it's some secret ingredient.
Whatever the reason, for me, it's da bomb! Oh yea.. there
was a subject here a good ways back.
   Today it was that 'OH SNAP" feeling you get when your
driving leisurely down a country road all relaxed and intent
on eating your fudge dipped DQ cone without dripping any
on the seat or worse losing a chunk of chocolate to the floor.
When all of the sudden you glance in your mirror and see an
SUV inches off of your bumper !  Where did he come from ? 
How long has he been back there?  A quick glance at the dash
confirms your fear .. thirty mph in a forty five mph zone.  Oh
how I cuss people like me.  You try to speed up but fudge is
dropping, Ice cream (milk) is dripping and this guy is going
to push you all the way home !  So much for a relaxing drive.
I guess next time I'll just relax at the store and savor my cone.
I guess I could set with my back to the serving counter,  really
don't want to be known as that old coot that ogles the young
girls at the local DQ.