On the Road This Morning

As I'm driving down the freeway this morning, I feel something itching at the front of my neck.  I reach my hand in there to scratch and find the tag of my sweater.  In the front.

I am wearing my sweater backwards.

Great.

I need to turn it around.

I figure I can do this while driving.  I pull my left arm out of the sleeve.  I reach it out the bottom of the sweater so's I can still steer.  I then pull my right arm out of my sleeve.  I grab my sweater and prepare to swivel it around 180 degrees when...

...I see the motorcycle cop.

Real quick, I pull the sweater down.  My arms are still coming out the bottom and the sleeves are fluttering around with no arms in them, but I'm trying to act as normal as possible.  As though everyone drives with their elbows pinned to their waist and their hands poking out the bottom of their shirt.

The cop continues on his way without incident.  As soon as traffic backed up, I took both hands off the wheel, swiveled my sweater and jammed my arms into the proper sleeves.  By the time I was finished, traffic had already started moving.

But not in my lane.

The car in front of me wasn't moving.

I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure the driver was watching me in his rear-view mirror.

Eep.