too much of a good thing?

the other day, inga and i were driving down what counts as our main street and pulled up at a stoplight next to a kid driving a honda. the kid was not remarkable. his car, however, was. he had tiny tv's on the backs of each headrest for his backseat riders and a fold-down tv in the middle behind the roof light for the backseat rider in the middle. inga and i gawked a bit.

then. THEN! he started opening his mail. and he had a package. so we watched. covertly in our ninja way, of course. what was in his package??!? a present from home? cookies? a new pair of pants? a love letter? a cd? a dvd for one of those tv's? a textbook?

no.

it was another tiny tv.

and is that good enough? NO! he started holding it up the way i would hold up a skirt in front of the mirror. up to his own sunvisor. safety first? i think not.