Day Thirteen

Morning: Short line this morning. I was shoved into the backseat of a silver Toyota sports car (sometimes I hate being short). It was a convertible, but the top was up (thank God). The driver was a very large white man with glasses and short, dark gray hair.
The radio station he was tuned to was highly annoying. I don't even know how to describe what it was. It wasn't country, but it wasn't pop it was some weird mix of the two. I wanted to lose myself in my iPod, but it was dead. I went to sleep instead.
Evening: My ride this evening was a black Hyundai. There were two people in the front already when they drove up and they took two of us (I love it when people who can fit four seat four).
The driver was an older woman, mid- to late-50s and the gentleman in the passenger seat was about the same age, if not older. She wore her hair cropped short. She had on a black shirt and gold-hooped earrings. She would not stop clearing her throat for the entire ride. By the end I wanted to throw my water bottle at her.
The gentleman (her husband?) was in a blue and white striped shirt. He was pudgy around the middle, but he had a kind face and spoke softly. He didn't speak to me or the man who got in with me, only to the woman. The woman did thank us for riding with them, though, as we got in.
There was a handicap tag hanging from their rearview mirror. After watching them both for a bit, I think the passenger is the handicapped one simply because of age ... but it's just a guess.
The man who got in the back seat with me was an Army colonel. I so badly wanted to talk to him because I saw he had a West Point Academy ring on his right hand. I almost wrote "Go Navy, Beat Army" on a piece of paper and passed it to him, but that sounded so juvenile, I talked myself out of it. He fell asleep during the ride which allowed me a closer look at his ring. Could have been awkward if the woman looked in the rearview mirror and saw me up close and personal with this guy's right hand and, for all I know, she could have seen it. But nothing was said.
I almost said something as I got out of the car in the parking lot, but again, I held back. Maybe I'll see him again closer to the big game ...