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June 10, 2009
My wandering life
Underground parking and a car, originally uploaded by Markus Moning.
Dear Lord I've been working quite a bit! Tonight I'm in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, but I had some fun stuff happen to me a few nights ago, as I trolled around New York. I had to drive from Albany to Poughkeepsie and then back, a distance of about 80 miles each way.
As I picked up my rental car, I wasn't paying attention and nearly drove into the path of an oncoming PT Cruiser. I caught myself soon enough, but not soon enough that the guy driving the Cruiser laid on his horn. His horn honked an unusually long time, which is what I like to call the asshole honk because it's obviously meant to register displeasure as opposed to a warning that you're about to get clobbered. It's very rarely needed, and certainly not appropriate in my case.
Naturally, I honked back, as if to say "calm down Earnhardt, no need for that." Actually, between you and me, what I wanted to say was "f*ck you." But, his horn kept honking - that's right, his horn was stuck. I snickered, and then drove away, the bleeting of his horn echoing behind me as he tried to calm it.
Later that day, I was stopped at a rest area on the Thruway. Minding my own business, I looked up to see two grown men, one in a complete ballerina outfit, the other in a cheerleader outfit. They went into the bathroom, then got a snack at the McDonald's, and continued on their way.
On the other hand, today I was driving home from the office. There was a car stopped below an underpass, and a man was standing against the open door of his car. From a distance, it looked like he was peeing, but I was thinking there was no way a guy would pee against his car door. As I got closer, sure enough, I spied the telltale yellow stream. I really had to wonder why he chose that particular place and time to relieve himself - under an underpass, on a busy expressway, mere feet from a lane filled with cars. Oh yeah, and there were about 20 gas stations within a quarter of a mile from where he was. I've learned to stop asking.
entry no. 1388
Posted at June 10, 2009 10:06 PM