All bloody day, everyone I encountered on the road was a butt-reaming moron.
My truck seemed to be magnetic, because every time any other vehicle got near me, it decided to cross over the white line and head for me.
So yesterdays word was “PLEASE DECIDE WHAT LANE YOU WANT TO BE IN, AND OH, BY THE WAY, THIS ONE IS MINE”
My word, where do they come from?
My favorite was the guy in the Mercedes E63 who
a: Couldn’t decide which lane he wanted to be in
b: Couldn’t afford a $20 bluetooth headset for his phone
c: Couldn’t talk on the cellphone without hand gestures
d: Couldn’t make up his mind if this was his exit until he was already half a mile down the ramp, and then veered off the ramp and back onto the highway, narrowly avoiding collisions with several other vehicles, and
e: once he FINALLY hung up the phone, weaved and jumped around in traffic flashing his lights and honking because EVERYONE WAS CLEARLY GOING TOO SLOW (traffic flow was about 75).
ijits.
bit the dust last night. I like the stuff, and it likes me a LOT.
So much so that I spent the whole day cropdusting.
The customer I was at today, I walked through the office three or four times, but i never dropped any bombs there. What I DID do, was to leave a few just outside the office entrance to the plant. And did they have hangtime.
I was working on a machine very close to the area, and I got to watch several people walk out that door, and begin retching or run holding their nose.
Still have it, after all these years.
