On my way to work yesterday morning, I was listening to the radio make fun of the guy who said the world was going to end. They played some of the audio of the guy stating in the most non-chalant voice EVER that judgement day had arrived and the end of the world is now October 21st. So they are imitating his voice saying, "I need to go to the store to pick up some bread, oh and the world is going to end October twenty-one" and I am cracking up laughing as I pull up to a stoplight. Ahead of me is a little piece of crap Corolla. As I am pulling closer and closer, I see that it appears the driver is having a Grand Mal seizure, right there in the drivers seat! As I contemplate in my mind what my next action should be, I decide to switch lanes and pull up next to him. Upon further examination I realize that he in fact is NOT having a seizure, but he is rocking out so hardcore in his Corolla that it was ROCKING. This was even funnier than the radio making fun of end-of-the-world guy. As the light turned green and we drove through the intersection the extremely white guy in the car continues to convulse, and while his entire body is flailing against the seat and somehow manages to keep his car in between the mayonnaise and the mustard. Now that is talent.