My commute ... Now, I have seen it all.

I am commuting to work by car. That's really no surprise when you live in the Bay area which (aside from when you live to close to Bart or within San Francisco) does not have a good public transportation system. That's beside the point in this post as this time I am writing about the interesting, not so interesting, scary and sometimes even disgusting things you see when you spend a fair amount of time in traffic and at stoplights. In the morning there is the numerous women who put on make-up while driving their big SUV swerving left and right. I wonder how many eye injuries there are per year caused by putting on make-up in the car. Some guys are not that much better, shaving while driving, half looking at the traffic in front of them, half looking in the mirror to check whether they've missed a spot. Thankfully, I have yet to see someone who does not use an electric shaver. I have even seen a guy brush his teeth in the car and spit the foam out the window.
Then there is the people picking their nose. I know, it's not nice but I think everyone at one point has picked his/her nose. What seems wrong to me though is that some people just don't seem to be bothered when you actually see them doing it. Even worse, they have no problem inspecting their finds. Where do they end up? I leave that to your imagination. Seriously, I could do with out these people.
When commuting in stop-and-go traffic you also can't help but looking at the people in the cars beside you or just look at the cars themselves. My favorites are the Japanese sports cars with these insane rear spoilers. You really need them badly when you are going down San Tomas Expressway in San Jose with approximately 12.5mph.
My favorite so far has been the old guy reading porn while stopped at traffic lights. One day I ended up driving right along side this old guy in his old Honda Civic. After we have come to a stop at an intersection, he pulls out a magazine puts it on his steering wheel and turns out it was a Playboy magazine. Very nice! Two stoplights later I am right next to him again and same procedure. A few pages further into it or so it seemed but he did not even bother putting it on the passenger seat. He simply did not care or was he just being very good and wanting to share his magazine. Who knows, haven't seen him again which is said because I as curious about the next playboy issue.
What's the moral of all this? No moral here but keep your eyes open when commuting, there is definitely interesting and weird stuff going on. Or simply close them to get spared the nose picking and other disgusting habits ... But wait, you are in traffic, better keep those eyes open...