This morning I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Then I began my commute into the enormously mediocre city that I live near. Admittedly, I am a very curious driver. It’s not that I don’t pay enough attention while I’m driving, it’s just that I’m paying too much attention to my surroundings with very little consideration given to the fact that my surroundings and I are moving at 65 mph. “They” say that “curiosity killed the cat.” Chances are that the cat in question was driving to work much the same way that I do. I’m a people watcher. Even when I’m driving. Not a fellow driver goes by that doesn’t get a good once over from me. Most mornings I entertain myself by spotting the vehicular American Idol contestants or the people doing their crossword, drinking coffee, and talking on their cell phones all at the same time. Enjoyably, sometimes I spot friends and co-workers. This morning as I observed my fellow commuters, most of whom look as if they are walking the green mile, I saw an amazing license plate. It was a vanity plate. Most vanity plates have what the owners apparently assume are very clever names such as “HotMom12” or “IH8U.” The vanity plate I took note of this morning simply stated the drivers name: “DaliLama.” Maybe it’s just me, but I would have never guessed that the Dali Lama would drive a teal green Ford Contour. I always figured that he would commute to work on a camel or well…a llama. I also never imagined he would wear wrap-around sunglasses, but there he was.