So I left for work this morning at around 6:50 a.m. I travel a series of back roads in my little semi rural community, and not far from my house, I pass a school.
Before I get to the school, there are no cars around. The speed limit is 45 mph just before the school zone, but drops dramatically to 20 mph. I am driving all of 45 to 50 mph, waiting for the "drop zone". The road takes some dips, not quite hills, more like dips, and it's a no passing zone.
Out of no where comes a black car, PASSING ME. The nerve! Passing me, in what is almost a school zone.
Suddenly, black car breaks. (Black car is ahead of me by about 500 yards now!) and slows down to about 20 mph.
Oh glorious bliss, ahead of black car is a county police car! I have never been happier to see, justice in a can, up ahead on the road!
But alas, no sirens. No car chases, nothing to resolve my need to kick the butt of some serious black car A#*.
We all just limped along at 20 mph, until the po-leece turned around in the school parking lot.
So, I guess he was there for traffic control? (both cars on the road, that being mine, the law abiding citizen that I am and that of black car, who well, because of the color of the car, signifies evil)
I need anger management. It's not even 7 a.m. a beautiful Monday morning...and I am ready to start banging into the bumper of that black car, taking my paid for '98 Oldsmobile Intrigue on the ride of it's life (maybe not THE ride, if you include the time we hydro-planned down the street and yard of a neighbor of my mom's -shhhhh - I'll never live that one down if Mom finds out)
but, anyway...just what was my point? I was angry. That's it, just me being angry.
ummmm, been blog hopping a bit, there isn't much out there but musings and drawings. Some quite good, and some not.
I'll try for better posts after I nap and eat dinner.
Going shopping tonight, that'll make me happier. My husbands car is not black, but I bet he passes folks in school zones. More on Mr. Man later.