Over the Top

The Drivers around here are beginning to drive me up the wall. They either ignore lights stop signs and common courtesy completely or they take the signs way to literally. It bothers me when someone runs a red light, but it really bothers me when they stop at a stop sign jump out of the truck, set up a Cinzano umbrella and two lawn chairs and start mixing mint juleps.

Da Sign Say STOP! It Don’t Say "Forsake all hope ye who enter here."

My Family is not long lived; both parents died young and my little brother went just last month. I do not have time for the moron in the jacked up truck in front of me to figure out that he can make that left turn before the golf cart coming at him in the far distance can get there. Develop some intestinal fortitude, "Grow a Ball!" You are not showing how safe you are, you are only angering the ‘crazed’ Viet Nam Vet behind you.

I sometimes fantasize about having an invisible UFO follow along above me when I drive so when some complete waste of skin in a jacked up Bronco who has lost touch with the fact that he/she is not the only person on the planet, does something maddening the UFO can zap them into oblivion. I realize that there will be some consternation among his/her friends and loved ones at his/her mysterious passing, but they will get over it and the world will be a little better place for their no longer being in it. Of course when I screw up the all knowing UFO will realize that it is just an anomaly and let it pass.

Gee, I feel much better now.

Uncle Dave