DLM

We did not do any archaeologicaling this weekend. For the first time in six months or so. I had a school board meeting this morning (Saturday 8am - at least there were bagels). So that that put an end to any idea I had of going driving around the country looking at stones.

Yesterday, we were driving around Raanana doing our Friday morning errants when I realized we need a new superhero. Driver Licence Man (DLM). DLM would swoop down from the skies (swoosh!) and pluck the driver's licence from all those fools driving around, peering left and right, helplessly trying to find something while driving at 20kph. He would grab the licence out of their bag, place the car gently into a parking (in a single bound) and say "Sorry maam, you're too stupid to drive" (he would be scrupulously polite). Then DLM would zoom out of nowhere and grab the newspaper off the steering wheel of the imbecile reading the sports section while stopped at a traffic light. He would whack him over the head with the rolled up paper (thwack!), confiscate the fool's licence, park his car and say "Sir, driving is a full time job, it requires all your brain cells, sorry but you are too stupid to drive". DLM would be very busy on a Friday morning in Raanana. Oh, DLM, where,Oh were are you? We need you so badly.