Heading southbound on the freeway recently, I was reminded that many women riding shotgun in vans and/or SUV’s bake their hooves on the dashboard.

Whenever I see this, I think to myself, 1) does she realize she’s going to dislocate her pelvis and destroy her face with her own knees if they have a fender bender? And 2) I’ll bet the inside of that vehicle smells like oven-baked ham basted in a thick vinegar and curry marinade.