When I drive to work from my darling girlfriend’s house in Arlington to my office in Reston I spend a lot more time in the car than when I am coming from home in Sterling, but she’s worth it. Even if it means spending time on the highway behind people WHO ARE TOO GODDAMNED SPECIAL TO BRUSH THE F*%&ING SNOW OFF THEIR CARS, RESULTING IN HUGE PIECES PERIODICALLY BREAKING OFF AND FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AT FIFTY MILES PER HOUR TOWARDS MY WINDSHIELD, ENDANGERING THE LIVES OF PEOPLE BEHIND THEM.
*ahem*
Above is pictured two of said jerks, the one on the right apparently feeling that s/he doesn’t really need to see who might be over there in the right when changing lanes. Which I guess is not such a shock – if you don’t care if you blind them with the detritus from your roof, why would you care if you cut them off?
Any of you clowns reading this: if it’s too much of an imposition to brush off your vehicle before sharing the roadways with the rest of us, maybe it’s too much of an imposition on you to go anywhere and you should just stay the hell home.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
