I saw a kid on a leash the other day. He was trying to spin out of it. His mother was tugging at him, trying to reign him in, but the kid wasn't having it. Keep it up kid, you're going to make it someday.
It's come to my attention that certain porch light fixtures are killing machines. Moths are being massacred at an astounding rate. It's an atrocity that nobody speaks of, but I have a feeling the insect community is aware of it. They have lots of issues to contend with. Pesticides for one, the use of the word pest as it pertains to them is another. But they're a well organized bunch and thankfully their representatives in Congress work on the cheap.
In other news, people who drive trucks like to tailgate. I'm not talking about tractor trailer-trucks, but three quarter ton trucks. Chevy's, Fords etc. It seems people who drive these vehicles have a sense of entitlement and are often in a hurry. I think there's a psychology associated with height and horsepower that makes them irrational. When you drive a truck other cars look small and insignificant, and somehow that translates into get out of my way, stupid.
I tend to slow down when I see them riding me. They go nuts then. It's like I'm controlling their mind with my lack of speed. Sometimes I'll turn on my turn signal and then not turn at all. For blocks. It's almost like having a dial to their sanity. What's the rush? You got a date? I'll see them in my rear view come up on me real fast and sit on my bumper. I can feel their desperation. It's kind of sad. It's as though the system has twisted their hearts into a pretzel of stress.
Maybe that's why old folks drive slow. There's a wisdom to it. Aaah, I'll see you at the next signal Mr. Silverado.
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