This morning, on my walk to work, I happened to look up at a passing car and catch the driver waving at me. After not being able to place either the man's face or his vehicle in the following thirty seconds, I turned down my iPod and put up my guard. I'm not sure what I was expecting... okay, that's a lie. I was TOTALLY expected this guy to do a u-turn and catch up with me. For what reason, you ask? To tazer me, of course! Then, once I had been rendered completely immobile, he'd haul my body off to harvest it's (my?) organs.