A blast from the past
Remember the Jan and Dean song, Little Old Lady from Pasadena?
I passed one of her petite gray haired relatives yesterday. She was driving a compact car whose back window was strewn and decorated with cute and cuddly stuffed kittens (with bows mind you), a lamb and a puppy or two.
No, I didn't have any trouble passing her. She had already been pulled over by a state trooper for SPEEDING .
Go, Granny, Go!