Dear Drivers
Friday, May 22, 2009 at 7:00PM Nineteen hours on the highway can lead to lots of new friends.
-Hey, West Virginia plates which read THE LIP: You might want to rethink that.
-Hey, chick with the "BAD ASS GIRLS DRIVE BAD ASS TOYS" bumper sticker: You're driving a Corolla. I'm pretty sure a Corolla doesn't fall into the BAD ASS TOY accordion file. I say this with a certain amount of authority, because I too am driving a Corolla.
-Hey, City of Dayton: That downtown construction you're doing? In the middle of morning rush hour? That's outstanding. Ladle on more of it.
-Hey, enormous van with handicap plates: That tag enables you to all the good parking spaces. It does not give you permission to suck as a human being and cut off everybody within a fifteen-mile radius.


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"-Hey, city of Dayton: That downtown construction you’re doing? In the middle of morning rush hour? That’s outstanding. Ladle on more of it."
For the last 15 years, I thought that was normal. You mean, every city doesn't do it?
Completely empathize with you here; long drives tend to make me feel quite murderous myself!
You're not traveling with small kids, are you? That is the only conceivable way that your nineteen-hour hell could be any worse ...
Hey MB,
Can you please repost the link to the "thank you" piece you did for the armed forces? I can't find it in the archives...
You got it.
Oh MB,
Now I can't wait for my 12-14 hour drive to SMC / Michigan to do visiting next weekend. I can't wait to see how many others I pass on the highways.
Here in Mexico, it's like living in a Sim City videogame, played by a deranged teen that drinks 12 Red Bulls a day.
I wonder how much would a horse be worth nowadays?
For those readers who don't live in Ohio, we have a saying here : There are four seasons - Construction, Construction, Construction and Winter.
In Wisconsin, we have two seasons:
Winter and Orange Barrel.