Rhonda had been using her Droid handheld and typing with her thumbs as she drove.  The note to her now-former cheating, scumbag, lying boyfriend had been quite graphic in discussing what she would like to do to him if and when they ever  met again.  Unfortunately, she had inadvertently addressed the nastygram to the director of the CIA instead of the cheating boyfriend, and was suddenly surrounded by FBI agents asking some very personal and probing  questions . . . .  David, Sf.G.