Stuck in traffic today, I looked around to see a man in the minivan in the next lane screaming soundlessly at me through our closed windows. I wasn’t sure what I had done, given we weren’t moving. So I just nodded at him.

Later, a different minivan with bullet holes in the rear window passed me on the highway. I wondered what had happened. Was the driver perhaps a suburban drug dealer a la Weeds? Was the minivan the target of a random highway shooting? Or had the driver simply walked out of his house one day, looked at his minivan and his life, then gone back inside for his gun?

Not for the first time, I considered buying a Costco membership. But I have a problem with commitment.