This morning I was heading up the road at about 45mph, when I noticed a white car coming up through traffic at something approaching light-speed.
As the car passed I glanced at it and didn’t see any whiskey bumps so I figured the driver was probably sober. Then I noticed the woman fluffing her hair and checking herself in the mirror.
She was forced to stop and I saw her put both hands behind her neck to fix her clothing or maybe a necklace and leave them there as she accelerated away from the light.
When she found an opening she darted across the other two lanes of traffic, all the while checking herself in the mirror, and disappeared onto the freeway.
I got on the freeway and almost immediately came up on two small trucks, side by side, in the left and center lanes doing about 50 or 55. –One of the trucks looked like it had never gone that fast before and was now struggling to make it to the nearest junkyard.
So I moved into the right lane only to have a big rig come up an on-ramp and force his way in front of me, blowing smoke as he tried to get up to 65mph.
I spotted a full sized pickup coming up though traffic at a pretty fair clip. He sailed up behind the junker in the center lane and was still sitting no more than 4 or 5 feet off their bumper a mile or so later when I turned off.
Just as the big rig gained enough speed so it looked like we were going to pass the two slow pokes, a kid in a little white Scion pulled up in the center lane, stood on his brakes and proceeded to cut me off. (His radio was so loud that even with my windows up and the a/c on I could hear his music clearly.)
Then when I was less than half a block from work the person in front of me stopped dead in the middle of an intersection and looked around like he was somebody’s forward scout searching for landmarks. –I fully expected him to get out and spread a map on the roof of his car.
As I parked, a homeless guy that had been in the night before came up to me and asked when we opened. I told him it would be about 15 minutes. He replied “Oh, ok. 5 minutes?” I smiled and repeated the “15 minutes.” He walked away saying “Great, I’ll see you in 5 minutes.”
–You’ve got to love living in the big city.–