There was an interesting article today about how most Americans want an easier way to fire teachers, but since I already had this rant going in my head, I wanted to run with it.
I went to one of the local warehouse clubs (not giving them a shout out here, since gas is three cents cheaper today then it was yesterday when I actually bought it.) I find when I am out in public, that most people wander around with their heads at least part way up their asses, and today was no exception. Ok, I should have known better than to wander down the toy aisle when there was actually a child in it, my bad!
I went through one of those self checkouts, which I usually find to be quicker than a traditional cashier and most people avoid it like H1N1 was all over it, so that helps as well. As I exited the register an older woman (hard to tell the age since the 60 of today looks a lot better than say the 60 of my grandmother, honestly I would have said my mother but if she ever finds out about this blog I’d be in a bunch of shit) exits from a register ahead of me. She walks a little bit, but then stops next to a gentleman on one of those electric shopping seats and they chat for a minute effectively blocking me from exiting the store. Then the man starts ‘driving’ and she follows with me behind her. He parks his cart and gets up and she moves forward, and then he follows her and somehow I am still behind them! Now honestly I am not trying to bash or badmouth older people or people with handicaps, but do you think these two practiced this skit at home? He walks ever so slowly in front of me and they do the same routine in the foyer, so I don’t get to actually past him until we are outside the club. After I loaded my car and started to leave I noticed that Laurel was actually parked in front of the doors and was helping Hardy load the groceries.
I started driving back to work and as I approached the main road, this “older” lady pulls out in front of me and slows down! Now, I don’t care if you pull out in front of me, but MOVE! I’m a woman on a mission; Sammy Hagar wrote a song about me, “I CAN’T Drive 55!” As I pass her I scream out, God lady I don’t care if you pull out in front of me, but move your FREAKING car!!
The road I was traveling on is two lanes one each side, I have car 1 (I’ll refer to as “slow”) in the right hand lane and car two (“slower”) in the left hand lane, except somehow slow is slower and so I have to resort to the bobandweave theory of driving, speed up pass, speed up pass just so I can’t get in the correct lane and move along at a good clip.
Then I got behind a car with a bumper sticker that said, “Autism Awareness.” A thought came to mind, but some things are better left unsaid.
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