Say a little prayer for me

I'm takin' the F-150 to work tomorrow. Please take a moment of silence at approximately 10:30 Eastern Standard Time to pray that I do not side swipe any of my colleagues' vehicles.

Here's a bit of Georgia weirdness for you:

1. Many of our neighbors think that--in spite of posted leash laws in our HOA--it's perfectly acceptable to let their dogs roam free and run alongside pedestrians, sometimes nipping at our heels. Trent generally pretends to kick the biters, while telling the non-apologetic owners something long these lines: "Looks like you need to get yourself a leash." Last year, a rottweiler came charging up to Wellington and me, so I screamed like a banshee until its owner came out and said, "Aw, he's real friendly. He won't hurt ya'll." Really?

2. This is something that slays all non-Georgia natives. Sometimes when I'm yielding on a green light to oncoming traffic as I wait to make a left turn, oncoming drivers who are preparing to make a right turn will yield to me. (I've seen this happen to other drivers, too, and my colleagues have also confirmed the existence of this maneuver.) So, the driver is waiting for me to turn left, even though he has the right of way. What do I do? Do I trust that he's actually going to wait for me to make the turn, or do I stand my ground and continue to yield--because what if he doesn't wait? What if he's just pretending to yield so he can slam into my vehicle and then blame me for the accident??? What is wrong with Georgia drivers?!?!? I don't think southern hospitality should apply to driving.

3. Trent has gas, and he's stinking up our computer room.