I like to talk about stuff. I also like to complain about stuff. So, this is my stuff.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The Little Things

Maybe we're making it worse. Maybe she keeps disregarding all the random little
stuff she normally thinks about (like the Starbucks Mug for example) because
each in itself is kind of "lame" considering the huge demand. No one would play
Hot Cross Buns as an anchore... We better stop this crap. If Barb wants to play
Hot Cross Buns I wanna hear her version! ~Bonnie

See. Bonnie knows what she's talking about. I don't know about the Hot Cross Buns, but the rest of it is absolutely how it is. I've been uninspired! And you know what? You're lucky I'm still alive!

I don't think anyone really understands how many close-death encounters I face each week on the roads of Massachusetts. Today I almost got sandwiched between an 18 wheeler and a van. The van took great offense that I was driving in the lane he was trying to merge onto. It was a slow, peaceful merge of two highways, and I thought I was being very generous to the people I let come in front of me. He kept trying to get past me, as the lane gets skinnier and skinnier, and I really could not believe he was not backing off. Finally, I honked, which might have confused the guy in front of us, but it sent the message to Mr. Van. The message was clearly, "Are you trying to kill me?" which I can't seem to stop asking these crazy massholians.

Last week I was getting on the highway, heading home, and had to slam on my breaks upon entry because the guy who was driving in the breakdown lane got very territorial and sped up to cut me off.

These are just examples that don't compare to the terror I face every day. Each lovely display of complete disregard for the human life leaves me thinking my life will surely end due to a car accident. It almost makes me want to stop driving altogether. It's not my driving that is the issue here. People zoom in and out of lanes like they are driving full speed, sideways. People don't use their blinkers. People are so obsessed with passing anyone they can, they can't seem to calm down and accept the fact that they are not more important than other people, that they aren't getting wherever they're going any quicker, and that is SO not more important than killing me!

You don't believe me, but come see for yourself.


  • At Tuesday, April 25, 2006 3:12:00 PM, Blogger Bonnie said…

    Yay Barbie!

  • At Tuesday, April 25, 2006 3:19:00 PM, Blogger Lynsey said…

    Awww Barb! I feel terrible for you! Your post is sooooooo right on. I feel the same way around these parts of CT. I-95 is one big race track it seems! (well, when it's not rush hour anyway.)

    You keep honking at those bastards and while you're at it, flash that fancy sign language that I know you are familiar with. It's the only thing that we, the cautious drivers, can do to be heard.


Post a Comment

<< Home