...especially of the "can't drive" type. It is Thursday and I have passed four accidents between work and home this week. Given that it's only about five miles of interstate between my place and work, that's quite a few. I'm not sure why everyone decided they couldn't drive, but I'm certainly sick of the slow-down on my commute. Tuesday, a three-care accident happened when someone tried to change lanes across a split between the two interstates and hit the barrier between. Wednesday, three ladies in their SUV's ran into each other while on the ramp onto the interstate to Iowa. I'm sure they had big purses. They all looked confused as to how it possibly could have happened. Then, today, there was a three car accident near the on-ramp between 42nd and the split to I-480 on the way to work. There were also three abandoned cars on the side of the road. Oh, and there was a guy being arrested at the bus stop on Farnam. Then, as if that weren't enough dumb people, there was another accident on the way home today. Someone ran into someone else while they were changing lanes. And before I finally made it back, there was another abandoned car. So, the official moron count for this week, as of Thursday, comes to 16. I just hope none of them find me tomorrow between home and work.