readers everywhere.

It appears I now live in a city where people make every effort to read the bumperstickers on the cars around them. (No, I've not been rear-ended. Yet.) I'm still getting used to glancing in my rear-view mirror to see that familiar posture: the driver (and sometimes passenger as well) leaning forward, brow furrowed, as they read my sole bumpersticker. Most of the time they then sit back with a puzzled frown. Once, maybe twice, I've seen eyes widen and jaws drop -- usually as the light turns green and I go -- and I think to myself, "what are the chances a Gundam fan was behind me?"

The sticker in question?

The light at the end of the tunnel is my beam cannon charging.