Driving is a weird thing.
I like it, but it seems strange.
I am not used to being in the car and not speaking to anyone.
So what do I do?
I sing.
DUH.
I have also grown a new found respect for people with common sense.
Those without it?
......expecto patronum!
(Amanda and Russ, you proud uh-dat?)
Today while driving, I saw a teenage girl swerve on the road TRYING to hit an already dead squirrel. Hm, that's weird. She must have skipped the first grade. When we learned common sense. Bummer.
A few days ago, getting my usual coffee (obviously), a man parked aboooout 2 feet from a stop sign. Me, thinking that he was, ya know... stopping, I was waiting for him to go - when I watched him get out of his car, ad leave it. I looked him in the eyes and gave him one of these:
Had to go right around that big red truck. And not the good kind that save peoples' lives and houses, the kind that clueless rough-around-the-edges men drive. After my look (see above) he looked at me like he had never seen a human before, and went right on his way. Oooooooooooooh man.
I mean, is it that hard to just... be aware of your existence?
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