Trifecta

Should I be worried? I was driving down 70 yesterday, riding behind a flat-bed truck for some time. It was carrying large cement containers, and I stared at them idly as I listened to the radio. When I had the opportunity to pass the truck, it occurred to me that the containers were burial vaults. OMG. This may not be inherently creepy, but I don't know. It's just not something you see every day.

After I gathered myself mentally, and switched back into the middle lane, I got behind another truck (it is a big interstate highway, after all). This time it was an innocuous tanker - no hazmat warnings or signs of petroleum products. For all I know, the tank was filled with milk. I popped on my iPod and sang along with the Jayhawks or some other group I have played incessantly for the past 10 years. Then I focused on the words on the tanker's mud flaps. The left flap read, "Leftside" and the right flap read, "Suicide." What?! Yikes.

And then what should come up on my song list? Why yes, Conor Oberst's "I Don't Want to Die in the Hospital." (Help me get my boots on!)

Weird.