Monday, November 22, 2010

More about drivers

I swear, I do not understand. Why in the hell do people who are in the wrong give the finger when you honk your horn? For example, someone is changing lanes and almost hits your car. You toot your horn to say, "Hey, I'm over here already. Please don't hit me." Then, they give you the finger and yell some obscenity as if it's your fault you were already in the lane.

Excuse the hell out of me for getting up this morning and occupying the lane you want to move into. I wasn't aware you owned the whole fucking road. Had someone told me, I would have made sure to keep an eye out for your vehicle. As it stands now, I am seriously contemplating playing a version of roller derby with my car as you speed past me with your middle digit stuck up in the air.

Apparently, I am one of the few people left in the world who actually feel bad when I almost hit someone, because I'm not paying attention. I appreciate their horn honk telling me not to get over, because without it, I might have rammed them, causing expensive damage to both their car and mine. That little "toot toot" allows me to get to work on time instead of wasting thirty minutes waiting for police, tow trucks, and exchanging insurance information.

Maybe mouthing the F word and waving an obscene gesture in the air is their way of saying thank you.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Taco Bueno

You know what really chaps my hide? It's a Monday, and I'm leaving my eight hour day to sit in a three hour lecture class, and I'm starving. I have to get something to eat on my way to class, or I won't get dinner until 8 PM, and that makes me cranky. Very cranky.

So, I order a mini quesadilla from Taco Bueno. (I try to be sensible when I eat fast food so I don't have to listen to my Mom tell me my ass is fat). And guess what? Guess what I get? I get a tortilla wrapped around shredded cheese. Is it melted? It surely is not. It's just a bunch of shredded cheese wrapped in a flour tortilla. WTF is this? I didn't order a tortilla filled with cold shredded cheese, you assholes. It doesn't take quantum physics to make one of these suckers. I know, because I can make one at home, and I can't cook shit.

The really ugly part of this story? I'd driven away before I realized I had this nasty so called quesadilla. And I didn't have time to turn around to "cause a stink" as my husband calls it. Perfect end to a Monday work day!