Monday, November 24, 2008

traffic

I'm tired of sitting in traffic. I used to be ok with it--just listening to music or the soothing drone of NPR. But lately I've become a sort of traffic nazi. I've noticed a lot of people, especially those on the 405, don't follow car pool lane double yellow rules. It's fucking killing me. I'm about ready to contract with the highway patrol to take "Caught ya' red-handed!" pictures of people crossing the double yellows. I use the Dangerous Driving 800# way more than I should (btw it's 877-310-7867 in SoCal). I've grown so weary of the California driver that I don't even flip them off anymore--I just give them the thumbs down and boo at them. I also boo at the men who attach the balls to the back of their trucks. WTF. I mean, really, what the hell are you thinking? If you didn't speak volumes about your lack of manliness with your big ass truck that you never take off-roading you may as well put a bumper sticker on your dumb truck that says "I have no balls and so I had to tie some on to my freaking exhaust system." What is the world coming to? Am I the only one bothered by this? I'm going to start snipping balls off of every truck I see with them then I am going to run and hide and laugh my ass off when the little man comes back to see a pile of sand and rubber where his nuts once hung.

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