The root of all cliches

Seen ( and almost run over by) today: A frosted Blonde in a H3 Hummer talking on a pink cell phone while driving- tears a left in front of me when I have the right of way so that she can pull up to the curb in front of the favorite local chinese restaurant and pick up take out.

I kid you not.

2 thoughts on “The root of all cliches

  1. I wish I could say I was surprised, but there are just way too many people out there who think they’re the center of the universe. I just don’t want to be around when they find out they’re wrong, because I don’t want to get taken out by the fallout.

  2. I almost got squished to death last week when two of those fucking tanks went at a parking lot exit simultaneously at a 90 degree angle. One was black, the other yellow. I was rooting for spontaneous combustion of both.(And yes, mwahaha, I’ve found you here, although I’m still not sure you’re okay and your usual happy posting self. I miss you ::hugs and other assorted mush).–Ray, a lot faster than the blogspot link will get you there

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