It's not enough that you're glued into the passing lane like you own it, and that you're physiologically incapable of moving out of it, no matter how many cars are stacked up behind you or how many times you're passed on the right. (I'm thinking it's a genetic trait, but I also consider environmental factors, such as having a Maryland license plate.)
You also have to be sporting a "9/11 Was an Inside Job" bumper sticker.
I'm a little surprised I was able to resist the urge to PIT your car and run you off the road.
I got a late start on the road this afternoon. (One of the benefits of joblessness is being able to extend a holiday weekend to avoid traffic.) I'd wanted to leave at noon so I could go see the tanks at the Army Ordnance Museum in Aberdeen, or maybe visit the NSA Museum, but one thing led to another and I didn't get moving until about 3pm.
Just in time for DC rush hour, yay.
Anyway, I made it back. I liberated my sister's old Mac Classic to add to my own junk pile/hardware museum, as well as a few other things. Now back to the non-work.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
As if I Needed Another Reason to Hate You
Posted by Joelogon at 11/27/2007
Labels: driving, dumb things
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I'm still watching to see how your search for a job ends up. Hey, I once visited a friend in Centreville: I've SEEN that traffic of which you speak. Unbelievable.
Hey if you ever want to get rid of an old/useless computer, let me know, and I will personally shoot it to pieces and post the video on my blog.
Hrm -- tempting, though I think I'll hang on to this one for a while. If I come up with anything, I'll keep you in mind.
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