Even women who drive small, convertible BMW sportscars need garbage cans.

This is entirely unrelated to my pregnancy but it did make me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants....come to think of it, the high emotion and incontinence may both be symptoms, but I digress.

I am stopped at a red light and next to me pulls a large black beast. It turns out it is a convertible BMW with no backseat - what makes it beastly though is the four and a half foot tall garbage can occupying the passenger seat and perching precariously on the driver's headrest. I had both windows down and she, of course, had the top down, so it is likely that she heard me laughing my head off. It just looked so ridiculous. Put the two things below together mentally, stuff a middle aged, overly-tanned, pretentious looking woman in the driver's seat and tell me you don't feel the need to laugh.