Ever have ‘one’ of those days??? Now I’ll admit I’m a little short of sleep today…
I had one today, of course the two hours of sleep ‘might’ have had something to do with it…
First the day starts with idjit neighbor in her little Prius, which can’t get up the hill to the Interstate at anything approaching 50 mph… So I pull out to pass, and she promptly cuts me off!!! Now there are a line of cars going by on the right at normal speeds and I’m hung out to dry… Lovely, just $%^& lovely…
I finally manage to duck between two cars and hit the on ramp, and promptly come to a screeching halt… Another lovely day on 395 North.
Sigh…
So I finally get to work and everyone is talking about Rep Stark’s comments on the floor of the House. I can only say this…
That sumbitch should be horsewhipped at noon on the Capital steps, tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail. Or maybe he should go down to Quantico and make the same remarks and see if he gets out alive. But then again, he IS from the Peoples Republic of Kalifornia…
To make things even better, my email goes down at work, so I call the help desk- The kid says, “Well, send an email trouble ticket in with your problems.” Say what???
Uh, the email is down, that’s what I’m calling to complain about!
“Well mine is working fine, so it must be your machine.”
Okay, fine… hang up on him and go check around. Half our floor is without, but at this point, what the hell, I have other stuff to do…
So after nodding off a couple of times, I decide to sneak out early, since I wasn’t supposed to be in today anyway…
So coming home, I timed it exactly wrong and wound up being the first person in the leftmost left turn lane–and a little Prius pulled up next to me with a blonde bimbo behind the wheel (think REALLY bad dye job, black eyebrows and you know what me RED lipstick). Now, most of the people in the right lane there know that left turn lane ends in a right turn lane, which means they’ve got to merge left in that uphill 150 yards, so I don’t mind letting people take turns. The light went green and the chick (of course) in the Prius decided she wanted to make a dash for it and get out in front of me.
Didn’t work, needless to say. (For y’all who don’t know, I’ve got an 07 GTO 400+ horses and I’m NOT afraid to use them.) But as I watched her merge in behind me, flipping me off and screaming through the windshield; I was trying to remember what percentage of Prius owners it was who said they were willing to accept reduced performance for the “prestige” of owning a Prius, or so they could be environmental snobs. Fairly high percentage of ’em, though. So I try whenever I can to demonstrate what “reduced performance” is all about….
And I have the bumper sticker that says- Hybrid Owners- Thanks for saving gas so I don’t have to…
Anyhoo, I get home and realize since I’ve been on the road three weeks, I have no food, so back out and fight traffic to the local stupermarket… Guess who?
Blond bimbo in the Prius sees me pull in and drives around and starts berating me as I walk to the store for cutting her off, being a chauvinist pig, etc. I just ignored her and kept walking, and purposly walked out in front of a BIG F-350 Ford. Bimbo was so intent on yapping at me, she never even noticed the truck until he hit is air horn!
I gotta admit, I even jumped… But bimbo is probably having to clean her car seat about now. And I never said a word to her 🙂
OH that’s good. I hope she broke a nail.
We had thi one G car at my old office that was beyond gutless. Not sure what the make was, some normal chevy thing but was vastly underpowered. I don’t think that it was the make or model, it was just this PARTICULAR car. No one would take it, and you had to be quick on the ball to get to the office to get one of the good Taurus’s or Caprice’s, that at least could get you out of the way of the speeding fuel truck if you had to.
Well I have to drive to a scene that’s WAY down in Amish country, two hours up and down rolling hills. I’m going up one, a gentle horse and buggy type hill, and I have it floored and it’s doing about 30. I hear this WEEEEEEEEEEE sound and look and there’s a frikkin ELECTRIC car gaily passing me with a friendly wave.
But at least he didn’t flip me the bird when he saw the government plates, he probably was laughing at my vehicle and forgot.
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LOL Scully, that sounds like some friends of mine at LASO, they actually had one Ford Escort as a patrol vehicle… Last one in the door got it, and it was usually one of the detectives.
Anon- thanks, I’ll check it out.
Love the bumper sticker! 🙂 HA!
At least you have a sense of humor and a way to cope with the idiots.