badrabbyt

seriously. i saw two random bastards that, when i'm in charge of the world, will have their driving licenses yanked and twenty papercuts apiece bestowed. on the webby bit of the hand, and the sides of the index finger, because that's where they really hurt.

the first one was on the damn freeway. i'm not sure if it makes her better or worser than the numbnuts i saw on a city street, but hey. oh, and i didn't have my camera, or i totally woulda taken pictures. or at least published their license plate numbers.

anyway, on the freeway. i'm driving on a bit of road where there are three lanes, and i'm in the center lane. in the fast lane, about two or three car lengths ahead of me, a white sedan bumped into the center divider, which is straight up cement right there. no sparks or anything, and the car keeps going. it slows down a bit, then speeds up. i'm alongside it long enough to notice the driver is either a woman or a dude wearing a crazy curly black wig (cecil, was that you?). she speeds up again, until she's practically in some guy's trunk, then slows down so fast the SUV behind her nearly hits her. this crazy behavior, along with quite a bit of weaving, makes me speed up and change lanes. the SUV was an unmarked police car, which was kinda nice. for once, the po-po are exactly where they should be. crazy lady is now behind me, and the cop lights up like a carnival. we're all in the fast lane, and in trying to get to the right shoulder, she nearly clips an 18-wheeler. oh, and the cop's lights were going for a full minute before she turned on her blinker. i never did see them actually reach the side of the road.

the other instance - i was walking in my neighborhood. and i was knitting a sock, but that's just how crazy rolls around here. anyway, there's this stop sign. it's been there forever. and this old guy runs right through it, stopping instead in front of driveway someone is trying to back out of. i actually yell something un-ladylike (shocking, eh?), and the guy turns to me with an annoyed look on his face. i point to the stop sign, then give him the finger. he speeds away. i should note three things about this stop sign. #1 - it's there because of a crosswalk, which is connected to a neighborhood park. #2 - at any given time, there are an ass-ton of little kids running about, because of the park. and because i live in a town where people drop litters of children like their tubes are going to dry up. #3- the park and crosswalk are connected to a school. actually, a grade school and a middle school. seriously. mass amounts of kids, and this bastard's running the stop sign.

so, uh... i have no point. just drive careful-like. and walk careful-like. and, a thousand papercuts to the next guy that races down my dead-end street.

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