On the freeway coming home from work, the traffic suddenly slowed to 10 miles per hour with extensive periods of stopping. “There must be an accident up ahead,” I thought. We crawled along for 20 minutes, until I finally came up to the accident.
It consisted of a CHP car, in back of one car with a slightly damaged fender. Now, I’m sure this is a big deal to the owner of that car, yes. But in almost any parking lot in the Bay Area on any day, you can see more banged-up cars. SO WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO SLOW DOWN ALMOST TO A STOP TO SEE THIS ONE!?!?! I know that is what they were slowing down to see, because the traffic speed went back up to 65 once I passed the accident, such as it was. I had expected, based on the traffic, to see a car flipped over on its roof on the shoulder, at least.
Dear rubberneckers: You suck. You are one small suck for man, one giant vacuum-cleaner hose up the wazoo for mankind. You made my drive home the perfect ending to a crappy week. Fuck you very much.