Today I was in a shopping center parking lot and was cut off twice by the same clown. First it was at a 4 way stop sign. He cut in front of me swinging into the far left lane and then shot over 3 lanes into mine which was a right turn lane. He forced his car into that lane in front of me. He then stopped to play with his phone or his dick while the people in front of him turned right on red. I blew my horn and he then went on to run the red light and cut yet another person off. He then veered from the far right lane to the far left lane. When I passed him he was again staring down at something totally oblivious to the world around him.
If I still had my old beater car I would not have braked for him the 2nd time. Would have loved to see him take out the side of his own car.
Maybe he just got a phone call telling him everybody in his family was eaten by dingos. Don’t know. I hope they were still hungry.
I hate it when I’m a pedestrian waiting to cross at a four-lane city road, a driver stops ostensibly to be polite, but then impatiently takes off because I turn to look at the oncoming drivers to see if they are also willing to stop for me. All four lanes need to be in agreement on this before I’ll start walking across.
If the driver is in a hurry, I don’t mind at all if he just drives through in front of me in the first place because then the coast would be clear within a minute anyhow.
The other day we went to the library and I had a bunch of books. This guy’s friend (a girl) held the door open for him while he continued staring down at his phone. He let the door shut in my face.
Then at the grocery store a guy rammed his cart into my hip as we were checking out. When I turned around he was still staring down at his phone and mumbled “sorry.”
What are all these people doing? Who are they talking to? And what about?
At the bookstore the little café tables were filled with people staring at their phones or laptops. It looked like a gathering for those who wanted to be lonely together.
Look up, people! Look around, be aware of your surroundings. “I’m walkin’ here!” as Al Pacino said. We ALL are. We’re all in this together. Be a part of the moving and doing instead of a rock in the middle of the stream.
To all you drivers who are afraid of the tunnel
do the rest of us a favor and take the bridge.
It’s a tunnel, not a gateway to the bowels of hell.
Yeah I know it’s dark and you can’t see right away, neither can the people behind you so don’t slam on the brakes.
The tunnel goes under the bay, there are thousands upon thousands of tons of water and earth above you. If the tunnel collapses you will be flatter than a pancake before you know what hit you. Too late to worry about that once you’re in there.
The point is, when you enter the tunnel you are going downhill. Which is cool because you have finally reached the 50mph speed limit.
The flip side of this is that when you exit the tunnel you are going uphill. You need to give it a little gas. I know you have a white knuckled death grip on the steering wheel and probably have no idea cars are backing up behind you. Just give it some gas, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and you are almost there.
No matter what you perceive, there really is enough room for you to pass the car on the right. There is even enough room for you to pass the truck on the right. I have seen tractor-trailers pass each other in the tunnel. If they can fit, so can you.
I’ve gone through the tunnel at night when the traffic is two-way. You think it’s scary now, trying breezing through there at 65 with an 18 wheeler riding on your ass while another one is barreling towards you in the other lane.
I didn’t get squished, neither will you.
It’s just a damn tunnel, put your foot on the gas and go.
I was just thinking that would have made a great science fiction story years ago. A society that couldn’t communicate directly without some kind of electronic interface. I’ve seen many many tables at bars filled with people texting other people. It’s like they’re saying everybody else at their table is not sponge worthy.
If you are afraid of driving in the lane next to a concrete barrier on the freeway, or if you are incapable of doing so without partially occupying the adjacent lane for other reasons (such as you have no actual sense of the width of your vehicle), please do the rest of us a favor and GET OUT OF THAT LANE. Cheers!
See those pretty white lines on the highway? Your tires go between them. No, Really! They mark the borders of your lane. You’re supposed to glide between them like a runner in a race, not straddle them like a psycho using a butt-plug.
Same goes for parking spaces: park with both sets of tires Between the lines*.
*That doesn’t mean you should drive the same way you do on the highway in a parking lot.
*That also doesn’t mean that you should drive the same way that you do in a parking lot on the highway.
If anyone who has a license and is still confused, please take a bus and observe out the window for comprehension. Thank You!
The sign at the express lanes may say 10 or 12 or 20 items. What it means is those lanes are for people with just a few purchases to check out quicker. I’m not going to care if you have 15 items in the 10-item lane, but if you push a fully laden cart in that line, I will harness my super powers and stare at your stoopit head till it explodes. Or I would if I had super powers.
I want people to stop saying “you guys,” “hey guys” and all variations thereof. I really hate hearing it from waitstaff at restaurants. ENOUGH WITH THE GUYS ALREADY!
HGTV is the worst and I finally concluded that the letters stand for “Hey Guys TV”!
In the south, we have “y’all” to use when addressing several people (or one person, for that matter), and I don’t know what the rest of y’all are supposed to do, but find something besides hey guys! When my mom was a kid in Pennsylvania, they said “y’ouns” (to almost rhyme with “ruins” but with only one syllable). That worked great for them.
Also, I want the word “awesome” to be put back in the vault and reserved for those rare occasions (possibly even a singular occasion) when it is appropriate, like maybe the Second Coming of Jesus.
One that’s running a close second in overuse is “amazing.” It’s so generic, it really doesn’t say anything. It’s a content-free word. Amazing-good? Amazing-bad? Amazing because your experience of the world is so limited that *anything *would “amaze” you? It doesn’t say anything. Maybe that’s okay with you.
I SO second this one! Sorry, speshul snoeflayke, you’re not so adorable that we’re all just delighted to bask longer in your glorious presence because you can’t be bothered to read or count, or are sure that rules are for lesser beings and couldn’t possibly mean perfect and wonderful YOU.
I don’t begrudge WIC assistance (at least to families with REAL need. The system-gamers I have a problem with), but as long as those vouchers take to deal with, I really don’t think those should be in the express lane either.
OTOH, I get a bit rantier about putting the slowest trainee checker on the express lane during peak busy times. :mad:
OK, you lazy mail carrier- I don’t care if you’re not required to knock on my door to deliver a package because it’s a rural route. It’s just common courtesy to do so. No, I didn’t realize your car horn was requesting my personal assurance that you had found the right address. Mail carriers are paid to know these things, right? Yes, my house does sit next to a busy state highway, and hearing a car horn isn’t really an unusual event or cause for me to go see if it warrants my attention. Knocking on my door would have taken less time than filling out the little card you left in the mailbox!
As far as checkout lines go, I really would like stores to put in some cash only lanes again. I’m always getting stuck behind women who wait for everything to be rung up before digging into their shoulder bags for a wallet from which they must then sort through twenty different cards for the right loyalty card and then begin a search for their checkbook-
Card swipers are usually no faster, in my experience.
(D&R)