Sunday, October 16, 2005
Heya, Fun Friends and Wacko Nite Owls...
I'm back. For the moment, anyway. Not sure how long this may last.
There are frequent thunderstorms around these parts, especially in the late summer and early fall. So when the power flickers or goes out, it really doesn't draw much attention. This afternoon, the power died and didn't come back. You can be that I noticed, as I was in the last five minutes of my all time favorite television show's eighth season finale. Drat! By the time we left for dinner with April, the power still hadn't come back in our neighborhood. Drat, and Phooey! As we pulled out onto the highway to get to our reservation, we were flagged by a state trooper past no less than SIX power company trucks and several emergency vehicles. Our last fleeting commentary was that we hoped the power would be back on by the time we arrived home later this evening.
Joe, being the little researching busy body that he is, found the source of the commotion while I was putting little Jack down for the night. As it turns out, some nitwit, no let me correct myself - awful jackass in a pick-up - barrelled across the highway (through a rather obvious stop sign), causing a car with a couple and their SEVEN CHILDREN to swerve, hit the power pole, and roll several times. Okay, let me correct myself again - the guy in the pick-up was some fuckwit who deserves to lose a limb and his license. I can't imagine the sheer panic in that couples' chest as they found themselves being thrown about inside their previously safe vehicle.
I don't recall being surrounded by such a lot of stupid, arrogant, self-righteous bastards until I moved to the bloody South. Proud of their ways, their racist flag, and their overall lack of true fellow feeling. This butt in a pick-up thought it would be rather NASCAR-ish to just go for it. Or he was drunk. Or on some load of pain killers. Or he'd just found out his girlfriend had slept with his brother/best friend/kid. Whatever the reason, I just pray that the family he nearly killed comes out alright. The FUCK, mang.
There are frequent thunderstorms around these parts, especially in the late summer and early fall. So when the power flickers or goes out, it really doesn't draw much attention. This afternoon, the power died and didn't come back. You can be that I noticed, as I was in the last five minutes of my all time favorite television show's eighth season finale. Drat! By the time we left for dinner with April, the power still hadn't come back in our neighborhood. Drat, and Phooey! As we pulled out onto the highway to get to our reservation, we were flagged by a state trooper past no less than SIX power company trucks and several emergency vehicles. Our last fleeting commentary was that we hoped the power would be back on by the time we arrived home later this evening.
Joe, being the little researching busy body that he is, found the source of the commotion while I was putting little Jack down for the night. As it turns out, some nitwit, no let me correct myself - awful jackass in a pick-up - barrelled across the highway (through a rather obvious stop sign), causing a car with a couple and their SEVEN CHILDREN to swerve, hit the power pole, and roll several times. Okay, let me correct myself again - the guy in the pick-up was some fuckwit who deserves to lose a limb and his license. I can't imagine the sheer panic in that couples' chest as they found themselves being thrown about inside their previously safe vehicle.
I don't recall being surrounded by such a lot of stupid, arrogant, self-righteous bastards until I moved to the bloody South. Proud of their ways, their racist flag, and their overall lack of true fellow feeling. This butt in a pick-up thought it would be rather NASCAR-ish to just go for it. Or he was drunk. Or on some load of pain killers. Or he'd just found out his girlfriend had slept with his brother/best friend/kid. Whatever the reason, I just pray that the family he nearly killed comes out alright. The FUCK, mang.
posted by Meepers, 10/16/2005 12:03:00 AM
6 Comments:
Nice you're back, and with a kick too!
commented by
Lorna, 10/17/2005 08:09:00 PM
Lorna, 10/17/2005 08:09:00 PM
Welcome back ... that's a scary story!
Welcome back - and kudos on telling it like it is with the fuckwits with driving licenses.
Hey, thanks for the welcomes. I'm going to try and get around once in a while to read what folks are up to, but no promises. Jack is attempting his first college degree while learning to hang-glide and do open-heart surgery. At least, that's how busy if feels around our place just now.
Welcome back! Just when you thought you were out, blogging pulls you back in... :)
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEperSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS....
hi!
unfortunately, dumbshitz like the one you mention are all around and not just in the south. I went through a Jack-in-the-box drive thru window a few weeks ago and the car in front of me had four young bone-headed dudes in it, with the driver being SO drunk that he pulled up about five feet from the window and couldn't reach the girl to pay her, although he tried and almost fell over.
He got out of the car and stumbled over to her to give her the cash, then returned to the driver's seat to await the order. He and his buddies were laughing and playing the stereo VERY loudly while he kept spitting- on the pavement next to the car, the wall of the drive through and once on the window when the girl wasn't looking.
I got on my cell and reported him to the cops, but his order came up a few seconds later and he ripped out of the lot, flooring it as he got out onto the boulevard, so all I could do was tell the Dispatcher what direction he was going in and a vehicle description- I hope they got him before he killed someone.
I bet SOMEONE saw the idiot pick-up driver leave the bar or whatever and didn't think it worthwhile to call him in.
hi!
unfortunately, dumbshitz like the one you mention are all around and not just in the south. I went through a Jack-in-the-box drive thru window a few weeks ago and the car in front of me had four young bone-headed dudes in it, with the driver being SO drunk that he pulled up about five feet from the window and couldn't reach the girl to pay her, although he tried and almost fell over.
He got out of the car and stumbled over to her to give her the cash, then returned to the driver's seat to await the order. He and his buddies were laughing and playing the stereo VERY loudly while he kept spitting- on the pavement next to the car, the wall of the drive through and once on the window when the girl wasn't looking.
I got on my cell and reported him to the cops, but his order came up a few seconds later and he ripped out of the lot, flooring it as he got out onto the boulevard, so all I could do was tell the Dispatcher what direction he was going in and a vehicle description- I hope they got him before he killed someone.
I bet SOMEONE saw the idiot pick-up driver leave the bar or whatever and didn't think it worthwhile to call him in.
