1. The amount of time it took for me to want to go postal on a driver who passed myself AND another car, even with oncoming traffic. A moment.
2. Estimated speed of the car passing us in a line in a 45-mph zone. 69
3. The only reason someone would even attempt to do this is because they are completely... Irrational.
4. The way I felt when I first laid eyes on our never-ending candy dish full of chocolates at work. True love.
5. The obvious residence of my sometime-in-the-future true love, which must be why I haven't met him yet. In a galaxy far far away. (I also refuse to wear a gold metal-trimmed bikini in order to meet him, so hopefully my normal jeans and t-shirt will suffice. I will, however, keep practicing with my light saber... just in case.)