Yesterday afternoon, Judith* and I were cruising over the Bay Bridge after enduring stop and go traffic through the toll gate and the metering lights. We entertained ourselves with chick chat, our new Walgreens lipsticks and the best of New Order** through the greyness of another rainy San Francisco afternoon.*** A red Honda pulled alongside and there was a handwritten note plastered up against the window. "Harrumph!" My jaw dropped as the driver smiled, waved and drove off. Thing is, I don't know anyone with a red Honda. This morning's mail revealed the culprit: "It was the stickers on your rump (or rather, your car's rump) that gave you away. Fray criminal guy on one side, Canadian flag on the other? Gotta be Heather Champ. I don't usually endanger fellow drivers on wet roads by flashing hastily written signs at them, but I must say it was worth it: your bemused, 58-mph smile was the best I saw all day -- and I saw a lot of smiles today." Andrew Chaikin**** * That would be Judith, the genius behind 20 Things and the 20 Things Benefit Auction. Go buy some art, baby! ** I'm pretty sure that I can leave nose picking off the list. With Judith in the car, I would have been on my best behaviour. *** Another in that I'm almost positive I should start building an ark. **** That would be Andrew of the brilliant Bartleby Snore.