Vote with your feet, people.

Tightening my legs on the gas tank, I grip the throttle and accelerate smoothly onto I-4 from the Lake Mary on-ramp. I can't believe I'm going to get an actual paper paycheck today.

Of course I wouldn't be resorting to such lows without a good reason. Considering our already large bank just got gobbled up by a yet larger bank and promptly informed us that they were going to withdraw our money up to five days before scheduled bill payments was enough to rub my fur the wrong way.

We're voting with our feet.

Is it just me, or does it seem to anyone else that the larger a corporation gets, the worse their management decisions are for their customers?

Actually, I think it's a corollary effect to one of the Great Evils of our day -- concentration of power. The potential for manifestation of patent psychopathic disregard for the general good increases in direct proportion to the availability of power in any one person's hands. 9/11 would have been quite different a few decades ago when passenger jets (that could be piloted by one person) didn't exist.

I digress. Changing banks means a new bank account direct deposit, and a fresh trial period for the direct deposit.

Sizing up traffic pace and concentration of harried drivers on each others' bumpers, I decide there are already going to be plenty of cars in the twisted smoking heap when someone in the pack texts their girlfriend about how slow traffic is on I-4 today and doesn't see the car slow down in front of him.

I ease in behind one of the more reasonable cars in the slower lane. It's only a couple of miles anyway.