Reminds me of a "dude" that worked in our shop years ago. He couldn't go more than five minutes without jerking his pocket comb out and combing his hair. Well, he's at the local Howard's (sort of like an early-day Wal-Mart) on his lunch hour. Does his shopping, jumps in the truck (naturally it's spit-shined--you could eat of the floor mats), throws it in gear and realizes that he needs to comb his hair before he gets back to the shop. Comb in hand, eyes on the rear view mirror, knees doing the steering---kerblam! Knocked the crap out of one of those concrete light pole bases, totally screwed up the front end of his pretty truck, and he ate a good chunk of steering wheel. When he got to work--finally--he was madder than a snake, cause they had put that light pole where they did. Couldn't explain why he couldn't miss ONE light pole in a two-acre parking lot that only had about six vehicles on it. Needless to say, it was many a day before we gave him any rest over that one.