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For Mike...
Yes. I'm alive. Been reading and stuff.
One of the few things I dislike about this street I live on is the large amount of bloody pickup truck drivers. They're all umannerly assholes.
Take, for instance, the other night. I'm driving quite normally at the 25 speed limit (one of the few roads... You would, too, it's tiny with blind corners and ups and downs to give even a race car driver curdled milk). Suddenly, a truck roars up behind me. He sits on my bumper. He meaningfully FLASHES HIS BRIGHTS.
He meaningfully LEAVES THEM ON.
So, now, I'm not only driving up a poorly-lit winding road, I'm driving up it FUCKING BLIND.
I narrowly missed three parked cars, and one on-comming car.
The asshole NEVER turned his brights off.
I slowed down to 15.
Hey, if he wants to die, that's his problem.
But he's another example of why *most* of the pickup truck drivers I've ever encountered have been unmannerly fuckheads.
Big, honking, 18-wheeled tractor trailors? Nicest guys on the road. Because they have no maneuverability. SUV drivers? Assholes. Cars? Varying.
In other news, I fucked up a report at work yesterday. I feel certain this was the worst thing I could have done.
It's a relief, though. I *finally* made a mistake.
Yes. I'm alive. Been reading and stuff.
One of the few things I dislike about this street I live on is the large amount of bloody pickup truck drivers. They're all umannerly assholes.
Take, for instance, the other night. I'm driving quite normally at the 25 speed limit (one of the few roads... You would, too, it's tiny with blind corners and ups and downs to give even a race car driver curdled milk). Suddenly, a truck roars up behind me. He sits on my bumper. He meaningfully FLASHES HIS BRIGHTS.
He meaningfully LEAVES THEM ON.
So, now, I'm not only driving up a poorly-lit winding road, I'm driving up it FUCKING BLIND.
I narrowly missed three parked cars, and one on-comming car.
The asshole NEVER turned his brights off.
I slowed down to 15.
Hey, if he wants to die, that's his problem.
But he's another example of why *most* of the pickup truck drivers I've ever encountered have been unmannerly fuckheads.
Big, honking, 18-wheeled tractor trailors? Nicest guys on the road. Because they have no maneuverability. SUV drivers? Assholes. Cars? Varying.
In other news, I fucked up a report at work yesterday. I feel certain this was the worst thing I could have done.
It's a relief, though. I *finally* made a mistake.
Must be pick-up truck drivers in St. Louis...
Anyway, I've noticed pick-up truck drivers are especially nice to each other, but I've yet to figure that one out. Maybe it's the whole have to lay under the truck to get the spare out thing.