Remembering a "blonde" moment from many, many years ago. (way before cell phones.) Headed home after work on the freeway. Pass my omnipotent and very capable Dad pulled over on the berm and wave cheerily as I speed past. Arrive home 10 minutes later and Mom says, "You didn't stop?!!!"

Fortunately my younger sister, 5 minutes behind me on her daily commute, had darker hair. I was backing out of the driveway, full of chagrin when she pulled up, Dad in the passenger seat of her little red VW bug.