I’m Investing in Teleportation
Commuting to work every day in my fair city has never been pleasant. For whatever reasons – local political corruption and pay-offs, shortsightedness in planning, urban sprawl, budgetary constraints, or a combination of these, road conditions and destination routes available are poor. Consequently, the commute is always aggravating.
So it was this morning, but I had the additional irritation of getting behind a school bus on a particular stretch of two-lane rural road where passing is prohibited for about three miles. Now THAT is irritating with the pick-up of school kids every twenty to thirty yards (or so it seemed).
Id been there before so settled in for crawl.
I soon discovered, however, that being behind a school bus there was not the worst of conditions.
I discovered that being behind a school bus which happens to be directly behind a garbage truck making its morning rounds on a three-mile road where passing is prohibited IS the worst of conditions.
Pick-ups every twenty to thirty feet (or so it seemed).
For three friggin miles.
I need some bourbon for this morning coffee.
Hi!
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Hey, I’d invest in teleportation if I could. But as soon as THAT comes about, you’d be damn sure theyd charge the earl for it and put all sorts of regulations and taxes, etc. Gah. ~ToNi~
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Surely bourbon and coffee in the workplace is allowable in your neck of the woods?!
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Hey … can I get on that teleportation wagon?
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Beam me up, Phaedrus!
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Problem with realizing you need bourbon for your morning coffee is that (most) aren’t prepared for that situation at their place of business. Glad to see you back. 🙂
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add an amish buggy to that mix and I would think we travled the same road to work every day.
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OMG! He lives! OK, back up to read now…
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Ugh! But at least you had that school bus between you and the stink…
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Ha! It took the strong stench of garbage and the irritations of the open, but closed, highway to wake your ass up long enough to remember us OD denizens? Good to see you are not only still alive, but still as ornery as ever!
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Well, of course, teleportation already exists. But the govmnt has it under wraps. Because people kept zapping themselves off to Tahiti for a rum & coke to start off their work day.
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Pass me the bourbon but hold the coffee, please. Love,
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What the hell? I thought you were dead!
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RYN: 🙂 That I am. He’s wonderful. *sigh*
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good to see you spending your free time here again lol
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Awww come on now, think of all that slow moving as practice for the mardi gras float.. you should have been practicing your waving and bead tossing! Its training, man!
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I’ll take some bourbon with my bourbon. Gaaawd knows I’ve got plenty of ice up in here. eek. RYN: Phuck as in: “…give a phuck…” Your call! And Luna evidently knows something we don’t. I mean, who do ya gotta blow around here to drop a proper f-bomb?
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Hate slow traffic and am grateful my “commute” takes less than ten minutes, minus pick-ups and school buses.
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You little sh*t…your note had me cracking up. Will have to share it with Kate for a laugh. Love,
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awwww, give the guy a drink, and make it quick!
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I like Kahlua and cream in my coffee. Thing is, I usually do that after a really nice dinner. I am very bad in traffic too. I can’t help cursing out loud and the faces I make are damn ugly.
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Another fun one to follow is a full concrete truck-especially if you’re going uphill! Nice to see you back again.
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Bet they were sitting up in that garbage truck giggling their arses off.
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