Here's something you might be interested in.
Yesterday morning I was running late, and of course Murphy's Law...I drove up to an accident. It probably happened an hour earlier. But the idiots in front of me all had to slow down at look at the mangled vehicle off to the side.
Now, I don't fault them for that. You glance over to see if a human head is rolling around, or how much the Nissan looks like an accordion. I understand that morbid interest; but do it while driving at the regular speed. Don't slow the rest of us down.
I then had a car at the drive-thru of my bank, that finished their transaction. But they sat there for another five minutes. I would've honked, but I couldn't be positive they were done with their business. It wasn't until they started up their car and drove off.
I know, some people would say to me, "Well, you got to count your money and make sure they didn't make any mistakes." Whatever. You people just slow me down so much, I can't believe I get anywhere in the day.
Then I pull up near the movie theatres in Mira Mesa, and I'm at a light. A homeless guy is holding a sign that is way too long to read. Obviously, the dude just wants money. But he has a whole story about fighting in Vietnam. I swear, he should write a book about the experience. From the few paragraphs I read, that he was able to fit on the cardboard, it sounded interesting.
I was less interested when the guy in the white car beside me decides to give him some money. He walks (slowly) in front of my car, takes the money, and the light turns green. The two cars in front of me go, but I can't, because there's a guy with a missing tooth and long, scraggly hair in front of my vehicle. He wasn't walking all that fast, so I honked my horn. I guess I was doing it out of all the frustration from the drivers previously.
Big mistake. He then stood there, raised his hands in the air, and yelled "What are you doing, man? Honking at me?"
When I finally got into that mall parking lot, my girlfriend called. I said, "I just honked at a homeless man."
She replied, "...and waved?"
That's the type of sweetie she is. She knows I can be a jerk more often than not, yet she envisioned me honking and waving to the passing homeless people begging for cash.
I met a few friends at Pat & Oscar's for lunch. Since one is a musician, I asked him if he heard about the keyboard player of Lyndyrd Skynyrd dying. He asked how, and I joked "A plane crash."
(the band lost a handful of members in a plane crash in the 70s).
The woman with us didn't get it, but made reference to another plane crash in Oceanside.
I said, "And...we all know what song will be played at his funeral, right?"
The same lady said, "Oh, yeah. It'll probably be Stairway to Heaven."
Yesterday morning I was running late, and of course Murphy's Law...I drove up to an accident. It probably happened an hour earlier. But the idiots in front of me all had to slow down at look at the mangled vehicle off to the side.
Now, I don't fault them for that. You glance over to see if a human head is rolling around, or how much the Nissan looks like an accordion. I understand that morbid interest; but do it while driving at the regular speed. Don't slow the rest of us down.
I then had a car at the drive-thru of my bank, that finished their transaction. But they sat there for another five minutes. I would've honked, but I couldn't be positive they were done with their business. It wasn't until they started up their car and drove off.
I know, some people would say to me, "Well, you got to count your money and make sure they didn't make any mistakes." Whatever. You people just slow me down so much, I can't believe I get anywhere in the day.
Then I pull up near the movie theatres in Mira Mesa, and I'm at a light. A homeless guy is holding a sign that is way too long to read. Obviously, the dude just wants money. But he has a whole story about fighting in Vietnam. I swear, he should write a book about the experience. From the few paragraphs I read, that he was able to fit on the cardboard, it sounded interesting.
I was less interested when the guy in the white car beside me decides to give him some money. He walks (slowly) in front of my car, takes the money, and the light turns green. The two cars in front of me go, but I can't, because there's a guy with a missing tooth and long, scraggly hair in front of my vehicle. He wasn't walking all that fast, so I honked my horn. I guess I was doing it out of all the frustration from the drivers previously.
Big mistake. He then stood there, raised his hands in the air, and yelled "What are you doing, man? Honking at me?"
When I finally got into that mall parking lot, my girlfriend called. I said, "I just honked at a homeless man."
She replied, "...and waved?"
That's the type of sweetie she is. She knows I can be a jerk more often than not, yet she envisioned me honking and waving to the passing homeless people begging for cash.
I met a few friends at Pat & Oscar's for lunch. Since one is a musician, I asked him if he heard about the keyboard player of Lyndyrd Skynyrd dying. He asked how, and I joked "A plane crash."
(the band lost a handful of members in a plane crash in the 70s).
The woman with us didn't get it, but made reference to another plane crash in Oceanside.
I said, "And...we all know what song will be played at his funeral, right?"
The same lady said, "Oh, yeah. It'll probably be Stairway to Heaven."