It’s the little things that count
Life 08/18/2005 |Two things that gave me a grin (for very different reasons) on my way home from lunch today:
The fifty-something guy standing at the corner of 8th and Pike just outside the Convention Center wearing a bright yellow t-shirt paired with not just leopard-print parachute pants…but topped off the ensemble with leopard-print shoes as well. Obviously a very trendy thirty-something in the mid-80’s who’s never bothered to clear out his wardrobe.
The lady driving the big obnoxious SUV who had to back out of the Convention Center’s parking garage because her behemoth of a car was too big and gave the “MAX HEIGHT 6’6”” sign a good whack when she tried to drive in. You spend that much money on a ridiculously impractical vehicle like that and then drive it through the city, you deserve every moment of frustration you have trying to find a place to park it.
Okay, I’m not always a very nice man. But I’m okay with that.
“Not My Slave” by Oingo Boingo from the album Best o’ Boingo (1986, 4:46).
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August 18th, 2005 at 12:50 pm
Yesterday I was walking through bell town and I crossed in front of this aging yuppie woman in a cherry red big ass Hummer talking on a cell phone and I gave her a sneer subconsciously as I crossed the street. She pulled up beside me and said “It’s all good!” I yelled back “Fuck you our troops are dying for your god damn gas”. She then pulled off all the while not getting off her cell phone. Some times I don’t know why we let Californians in the state.
August 18th, 2005 at 5:24 pm
Jake: We need to treat most of them like drivers with a history. They’re amazingly bad in their own state, then you contrast them with people who know how to drive and you realize they’re not really driving. They think they’re playing some real-life version of Burnout3. (Game whose point is to cause accidents, be an arse to other drivers and suck at driving in general.)
August 23rd, 2005 at 6:54 am
Try narrowing the roads by about 80%, still have two lanes painted in and THEN put a Ford F250 on it.. hell, put two of ‘em going in opposite directions….
Ya - that’s Jamaica!!!
My father once said most people aren’t qualified to drive anything but donkey carts…. when I see THOSE behemoths on OUR roads (which are hardly ever more than 2 lanes wide and sometimes less than that - due to the mountains)… I think I agree.