As I was walking through the work zone you see here, a car drove by and the guy in the passenger seat yelled something at me. All I could make out was "... job, dipshit!" My first guess was "Get a job, dipshit!" But after thinking it over a while I decided that didn't make sense. The car came up from behind me, so he would have had to have formed the comment before seeing anything other than my back. Then I realized he must have seen my reflective vest and assumed I was a construction worker, responsible for the slower speed he had to travel through the work zone on his way to do important video game and potato chip activities. "Good job, dipshit!" is what he must have yelled. Think of all the time he could have saved me just by speaking a little more clearly.