Some days it’s a wild scene out there on the interstate. This day there’s a supermom yakking on her cell phone, while two little kids wrestle on the back seat. So distracted is the woman that she drifts out of her lane and cuts off an 18-wheeler. The trucker slams on the brakes to avoid a serious collision. The woman doesn’t have a clue.

A few miles down the road, responding to the woman’s rudeness, the trucker pulls up alongside the Honda. A guy in the truck’s passenger seat moons the lady. Of course her two little kids see the raunchy display.

The woman’s answer to the trucker’s behavior is to reach into her purse, pull out a .25-caliber semi-automatic pistol and fire three shots in the direction of the truck. She doesn’t hit anything with her spray of bullets, but not because she didn’t try.

Never mind that it’s the evening rush hour. After the gunfire, the trucker loses interest in the duel on the highway and moves on over to an outside lane. The lady, satisfied she’s done her duty as a stand-up Mom, puts the gun back in her purse and punches up an XM radio talk show.

Right about this time there are a couple of police type "whoops" from behind the woman, accompanied by strobing blue-lights. Troopers pull over both vehicles and everybody involved in the fray gets busted.

Hours later a magistrate asks the woman: "How old are your children?"

"Three and five," the woman says, whimpering. She then declares: "I am my kids’ mom. Would any self-respecting mother allow scumbags to moon her babies and then do absolutely nothing about it?"

The judge cups his head in his hands as he silently prays for the wisdom of Solomon.