Dear God, I can see it now. The traffic becoming even more nightmarish as 280 is filled with cars aimlessly driving about for their masters. A child looks out into the now fume free parking lot that is the 101 merge and sees nothing but empty cars, bumper to bumper, for miles. She asks her mother, why are all the ghosts driving their cars today mummy? But her mother just left the girl, in lieu of a babysitter, in the car while she got her hair did.