I almost forgot about this…but on the way in to work this morning, I looked in my rear view mirror and the guy one car behind me was SLAPPING THE SHIT out of himself, like *whapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhapwhap* type of slaps…and he would alternate it with pulling at his shirt rapidly like he was at the club trying to cool off…more slapping, more shirt pulling for a couple of miles — then before I could figure out what that was about, he abruptly took an exit.