There I am, zipping through traffic in my super-sleek yellow-over-black highly-athletic VX when the light turns red and I must pull up even with my arch nemisis - the school bus. I hate sitting there next to that slow, fat, belching beast with vandalized upolstery that looks too much like me.

I feel like I am the ballerina, lithe and soaring, who must sit next to the hippo wearing the same color tights and tutu.