On the drive into work, I was stuck behind one of these vans:

I was bumming a bit, then I noticed a face staring back at me.  The shades in the rear-tinted windows looked like eyelids.  The license plate was its teeth/tooth.  The break lights were rosy cheeks, and the rusted deadbolt was a nose.  The ladders, or whatever the junk was, on top made up the face’s hair. 

It made me smile.