This whole blog thing always sounds good at the time. It’s fun putting it together, picking out colors, and names and getting it all loaded up onto the good old world wide web. However, once I actually have to put my nose to the grindstone (whatever THAT means) and write something insightful, my mind clouds up like a big pile of garbage and anything I was thinking about writing at the time of the blogs birth, turns into mush. I blame it on the alcohol or lack there of. So here I am, sitting at work - all my work either done or being put off until tomorrow, trying to come up with something to write to kick off the blog party.
“What shall I write about?” I ask myself in not such a proper tone. There’s Super Tuesday coming up tomorrow; or I can always write a commentary on how I didn’t watch the Super bowl yesterday. Or, how about global warming? Global warming is always a crowd pleaser.
Instead; I don’t think any of those things are really going to pull attention like I wish they would. Instead; I will go on a rant about a bad driver I had the pleasure of running into (not literally) yesterday. Yes, this seems intellectual and important.
So, yesterday as I was on my way to meet my date at the movies (and by date, I mean myself; I occasionally take myself to see movies I know Bryan has no interest in participating in; this time, Atonement) I was going about 50 mph in a 40 mph zone. Well, a nice lady in a white mini van decided that I needed a little push and was riding my bumper like Britney Spears on crack. I get very ticked off when I’m already speeding and people behind me think I’m going too slowly. She attempted to get into the right turn lane twice to pass me.
I am not one to be passed when I’m already breaking the law – so each time she tried, I would speed up just a touch so she couldn’t get by me. Now, I don’t normally do that – coz you never know what kinda big bag of crazy is driving behind you – but today I just felt like pissing her off. She followed me and attempted to get around me several more times and it wasn’t until we finally both turned onto a two lane road that she was finally able to get around me. “Fine,” I thought, “go ahead and get around me.” So what does she do? Not only does she whip around me to get passed, but she pulls back into my lane about an inch in front of my car and…. SLAMS on her brakes. I about rear ended her. And whose fault would that have been? Mine. Now I knew she was a REALLY big bag of crazy. She stayed at a stop for about 20 seconds or so, which is a long time to sit when you’re in a panic because you almost were turned into road kill. When she finally started driving again, I grabbed my cell phone and called 911 and reported her as a drunk driver. Because, seriously – who drives like that in a MINIVAN unless they’re drunk? I followed her a few roads up telling the nice man on the other line all the roads she was passing so he could get an officer over to arrest her ass.
I hope she really was drunk coz that would make me smile.
PS: The movie was great.
Love, Laura
1 comment:
I have b.o.
GAHRNK
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