{gasping for air}
Okay...
Took my daughter for her kindergarten screening this morning. What was alleged to take "35, 40 minutes tops" (upon check-in) actually took an hour and a half, so I was super-duper extra rushed on the way into work (on the bright side, she did really well at the screening with the notable exception - not her fault of course - that she's apparently inherited my poor eyesight...).
Y'see, I foolishly expected an easier-than-normal ride to work (stop laughing). Y'know, since we were loooong past the school busses and morning gridlock of everyone else trying to get to work. What I neglected to factor into my calculations were...
{cue ominous Hollywood horror movie music here}
Attack of the Whiteheads!!! (Dunt-duh-DAAAAAAAHHH!!!!)
Oh yes. The Q-tips were out in force. Every Grand Marquis, Crown Victoria, and 300 was filled to the gunwales with lil old ladies out joyriding around, traveling at speeds approaching those of riding lawn tractors, but with pre-loosened fillings...
Joy of joys. C'est la vie!
That is all.
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When I was younger I used to call them "the dreaded white headed".
Now that I am one of them I am a little more merciful. I catch myself nowadays driving at speeds approaching a mind numbing crawl. Elevator music blaring from the radio. Then I check my rearview mirror and wonder how I ended up out front in the funeral procession pondering the dying light emanating from my own dimming star.
I have become the guy you hate Jay. And honestly, I didn't do it on purpose :-)
Hey, I firmly subscribe to George Carlin's adage that "anyone going faster than you is a maniac, and anyone going slower than you is an idiot"...
;)
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