Poopy Pants
[This article has been retroactively posted from my Kuro5hin Diary.]
The guy who sits next to me at work was being a total douche earlier this morning.
This morning he got caught up in a traffic jam (and so did I since we both take the same route to work) on I-65 because a truck turned over and spilled its contents. He came into work this morning all pissed off about it — he’s already having a bad morning, as he puts it.
I wanted to talk about the huge, funny-looking pile of boxes and palettes in the grassy median, but he bitched about the people who were gawking at the accident. I don’t understand the reasons why people stress so much about anything related to driving and automobiles, especially circumstances which are entirely out of their control.
Moreover, yesterday afternoon, while driving on I-465, I was in the middle lane when two cars — one in the left lane and one in the right lane — both merged into my lane ahead of me at the exact same time. When it happened, the car on the left was closely behind the other car, but when he merged he didn’t slow down, which would have been the defensive (safest) thing to do. Instead he tailgated the other car, honked his horn, and flipped her off. The guy is aparently a fucking genius.
So why waste time getting upset about little things like that? Perhaps if the guy had been less aggressive on the road, he wouldn’t have had to cross two lanes of traffic to get to his exit? What a turd.
On a completely different note, here’s a good quote from one of my favorite movies.
“I want to impress upon you the need for extreme watchfulness.”
– Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
If you like Peter Sellers, I suggest this film.
