We all have little quirks that make us who we are. For some, they’re fears and often irrational. For example, I have a fear of being around armored cars. Technically, I guess we should call them armored trucks. Now, I don’t freak out, but I do my best to get away from them as quickly as possible. The other day, I was heading to work and had one pull out in front of me. Traffic was heavy, but I knew I had to find a way to get around the vehicle. While I don’t have a panic attack, I go into escape mode. I know that it’s silly and pretty irrational, but that doesn’t matter…