the road to hell - pt 2

holy crap i am glad i don't drive everyday anymore. nevermind the gas prices, let's talk about the lunatics out there. i had to drive out to newton for dinner with my former co-workers and managed to escape death too many times to count. i just don't have it in me anymore. cut me off, i don't care. drive really really slow in the passing lane - that's right the PASSING lane, get it? - i don't care. switch lanes trying to jockey for position, i don't care. but do not, do not, DO NOT wait until the last minute to cut into the line of ramp traffic that has been there for 20 minutes. that is such a crap move and not because its me you're cutting in on. its crap because you do it every day. i am convinced that road rage is the result of every driver's absolutely bloated sense of self-importance.

i did get to drive through the fast lane and watch 3 men trying to remove a motorcycle from the rear bumper of a ford expedition. the poor bastard managed to wedge the bumper between his abosultely useless little windshield that is attached to the handlebars and the front fender. how can you not notice an expedition in front of you?

that's all for the road rage. dinner was yummy. mexican - and we even had the option to eat outside! no calls from home regarding the crankiest baby in the world. LA seems to have worn off on her and she is rebelling against her birthday.

incidently, i would appreciate it if you didn't wash your windshield while in front of me driving 70+ on the highway.