commute

End of the Empire…

~ Bon Steele ~ 2 Comments

“Monkeys do too!”
“On the fucking floor! You got bananas? You Charlton? You got bananas?”
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Needed some Izzard after this morning’s commute into work.

Things were pretty good up 183 and Anderson Mill, crowded but sane(ish). However, as soon as I turned onto 620, I found out that was where they were (apparently) storing the imbeciles today. Stacks and stacks of people with nothing better to do than pick their nose and sit in long queues of vehicles. Or swerve suddenly from one lane to another. Then back again, into the same spot they had just vacated – for no reason at all.
Jesus bleeding bald-headed Christ…Seriously, if you are so lacking in skills that you do not know that the little stick on the left side of the steering wheel is a turn indicator (what we colloquially call a “blinker”) then you should Not. Be. On. The Highway. Plus, those signs? The ones with the “Speed Limit” generally followed by a number? Yeah, on the highway you should be trying to maintain at least somewhat near that speed. If not, get the fuckety-fuck out of the way.

It took me fifteen minutes to get from The Girl’s school (near the Parmer/McNeil area) to where Anderson Mill turns onto 620. It took me another twenty minutes to get from 620 down to 2222. Basically, my normally 30 minute (tops!) commute went for 40 minutes today. I know that ten extra minutes aren’t that much in the scheme of life. But I spent them sitting behind idiots and I will never get them back. *grumbles*

~ Bon Steele ~ 1 Comment

De pepples on de road are stooooooooooopid. Dey are de liddle bah-bah-baaaahs.

*eye roll*

Dropped off Girliekins for her first day of school. From start to finish, the round trip took me almost 2 hours. It wouldn’t have been that long but every mother’s son and daughter had apparently forgotten how to drive. Not that they had much of a leap to that state here in Flake-Central.*

At any rate, got her to school and dropped off. She looked tres adorable in her little red & plaid dress. If ever I figure out how to post camera phone pics here, I will do so.


*- we gots two main kinds of drivers here in Austin:
Self-important, Suburban-driving, soccer moms with their cell phones rammed to their ears with one hand and a mascara wand in the other. “Steer? That’s what your knees are for, Officer!”
and
Tripped out, heavy patchouli oil-wearing so their co-workers at the organic co-op won’t smell the sweat & ganja on them, cosmically linked hippies. “Duuuuuuude, I know like the light was red but like the universal vibe told me to go ahead & turn left against traffic.”