If I'm moving farm equipment on the road at night and you hit me with your high beams, I will turn on my full field lights and stop in the middle of the road and wait on you to figure out how to get around me. Your suburban isn't that big and you're not that bad, Karen.
All I want is to sit out on my front porch and drink beer and listen to good music with the love of my life. Nothing extravagant or spectacular... just that. Should be so simple, but it’s harder than you’d think.