on stereotypes, and the fulfilling of...

On Saturday, I was out doing some errands.
As I crossed (on foot) the parking lot, a Jeep approached, driving in that sort of veer-y way that indicates that the driver is trying to figure out exactly which parking spot is closest to the store, and is ignoring all other elements of the road.
No turn signal, of course.
It was unclear whether the driver was going to run me over, park, or pull through the set of parking spaces and into the next row.
I stood still and gave her a raised-eyebrow look of skepticism.
(She did, at least, look apologetic.)
She parked, and I continued walking over to my car.
I looked back to see her get out of her car.
I am NOT AT ALL SURPRISED to discover:
1) She is wearing leggings.
2) She is wearing Ugg boots--the kind with the woolly fur on top.
3) She has a big SU (Syracuse) sticker on the back of her doubtless-bought-by-her-parents shiny Jeep.

While any single one of these may not be an indication of idiocy, the three of them combined are a pretty sure bet.