Oh Mystery Driver Man. How I wish I knew who you were, with your hair so blonde. But then you would not be Mystery Driver Man. You would simply be Driver Man, who drove to my house. Who are you? Why did you drive to my house, just to ring my bell and leave? Where is your patience, Mystery Driver Man? Sure you rang the bell twice before leaving, but that just wasn't enough. You got into your old gray car, and drove off. I ran out to the street after you, but you just didn't see me. *Sigh*, oh well. I guess we will never meet, and I will never know who my Mystery Driver Man is.