Thanks to the broad spectrum of people I drive each day there's never any shortage of new things to be learned.

For example, tonight I learned that should I ever hookup with a stripper and receive a text a few days later beginning with "We need to talk…", there's a 68% chance I won't get the clap. Either way, it appears that sticking a giant needle in my arse will take care of it.

So no worries.