Actually had a brief conversation (maybe five minutes) with driver/passenger of the vehicle next to me on I5-90 interchange. Two pretty young women were listening to Soundgarden's Louder Than Love. By the time we parted company I could tell you their turn-ons/turn-offs.

The only thing that kept me sane was the F350 in front of me with the Keg-erator in the bed of the truck. I was definitely tempted to get out, and pour myself a tall one. Sorely disappointed I did not have more time, and that I left those baseball collectibles behind only to be stuck in urban Hell.