Is it me or is it them?

These days, when i rush to office, I have started playing a game. (here let me put up my many apologies to all the women) Any car or bike in front of me goes through my scrutiny, and depending on the driving or the cautious parking or reversing or just its negotiation on the street, i make an attempt to guess it's driver. If the driver is slow, follows rules to the last word, does not accomodate, and there is no foresight, then i make my guess and over take! Invariably when I overtake, its a woman or an old old man!

Now, I'll leave the old men out of it! But ladies! why o why?

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her driving lies
And she only sees what she wants to see
She rides like a child, she's definitely a woman to me

She can lead you to chaos, she can hurt you or dent you
She can act helpless, but you'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her and the tears flow free
Yeah, She drives like a blind, she's definitely a woman to me

CHORUS: Ohhh... she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's already blocked the traffic
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind and bangs into the next car

And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and smile apologetically while your car is bleeding
But she’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's definitely a woman-driver to me

And yes, I may be one of them, (men assure me I'm not). But why? when she can manage cooking, working, talking, and doing her nails at the same time, why not a clutch, a brake and an accelerator?