As we were leaving the Kroger parking lot today, I was two cars back from the lead to turn out, and the front one was turning left. The person between me and the front thought this would be a good time to dig through her purse or something. Fortunately, several moments after our front man had left, she did finally pull forward, and since there was a slow moving vehicle some blocks away heading in our direction, she decided to wait (and resumed digging in the purse). After the vehicle passed, she continued digging in her purse. Nobody else was coming. I kept waiting for that imminent moment when she would look up and begin her travels. I waited to no avail, and finally scared the poor soul witless by tooting the horn… sorry.
whatever
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Tue, 17 Jun 2008
No, this has nothing to do with a wannabe Baron, nor with the Detroit Lions. It’s referring the title of this post, and it’s more of a Patriots than a Lions thing, too, ’cause there was no shortage ~ I just couldn’t decide what to use:
“Little Squirt”
“I Hope You Kept Some For Yourself”
“Come Again? (No, Don’t)”
“Big Squirt”
“No, Thank You”
“Keep It Clean, Now”
“Why Don’t You Do Everyone Else’s While You’re At It…”
But, I couldn’t decide.
In other news, I did learn that the 5-series comes equipped with rocket-powered super-soaker windshield washer jets—you see, I was following one on the interstate…
Fri, 2 May 2008
Would it be wrong to steal a copy of Grand Theft Auto IV?
And think about it, what is worse (or what is better?): to steal Grand Theft Auto or to steal a Bible?
Sat, 12 Apr 2008
When I’m out driving, I generally make a point to notice other people’s vehicles (especially helpful if said vehicle is ahead and stopped), but I also will often glance at their faces. It’s interesting to see the expressions (or lack thereof) on different drivers in various situations.
But today, as I ran errands to five different places, I noticed a peculiar phenomenon. Ugly was out in force today. Not just lots of plain, but massive doses of ugly.
Naturally, I didn’t look in the mirror.
Sat, 29 Mar 2008
The Saturday driving experiences here are usually rather mundane due to their nature: a short trip to the grocery store, and maybe a couple other errands, too. No rush hour. No traffic reports on the radio. Very little intrigue.
Same deal today, except the little intrigue that happened was memorable. As I was heading home from the grocery store, I was going along a nice little four-lane road, speed limit 35. We were passing through a light where, if you were in the right lane, you were likely to turn right. This is because just after the light, there is almost always a car parked (legally) in the right lane.
Apparently, the beige ES in the right lane didn’t notice the parked car until rather late in these developments. After casually driving through the light, she whipped into my lane, leaving less room between us than I found comfortable. (I am married, after all.)
I thought it most appropriate to let her know my opinion on the situation, so I gave her a friendly little toot. This gesture on my part was followed by numerous gestures from her (no, not what you’re thinking), mostly just wild waving of the arms and shrugging. She appeared to be saying something, too, unaware of my inability to hear her.
This continued for about a quarter mile when the gesturing abruptly changed. She stopped shrugging and waved. I waved back, taking this as a sign of good will.
It wasn’t. It was a sign of “bye-bye.”
She whipped back into the now-empty right lane, and took off like a streak of lightning. And kept going like a maniac, reaching speeds I estimate to be in excess of 60 mph.
Maybe she thought I was trying to stalk her or something. I wonder if my new horn sends subliminal messages.
Fri, 29 Feb 2008
My brief commute this morning involved an unusually high number of Jaguars on the interstate: I spotted three.
Still no idea what the significance of this is.
