Isn't it irritating how you're going along through life, singing "fa la la la la," and then someone points something out to you, say, like: everyone in the second-to-the-left lane on the freeway goes exactly the speed limit? Because then when you drive down to Palo Alto for a meeting, you start to notice these things, whereas before all you did was putter along, enjoying the rolling hills of 280. But now you realize, "what the hell, I'm driving a 1987 Honda Civic, we're going uphill for crissakes, I'm in the second fastest lane, going 67, and I need to pass!!!" That, to me, seems all wrong. But until today, I didn't even notice it. Oh my God! I just realized: maybe, until today, I *was* that person!