On my way to work this morning, I was following this one dude. One of my pet peeves is when people follow too closely. I don’t need a proctologist, so get off my butt why dontcha? But on the other end of the spectrum are people that don’t follow close enough. This one dude had more than enough room, yet he found it necessary to keep me in the middle of the intersection for as long as possible. Luckily, the light turned red with just enough time for me to get my tail out of the way…but still, this guy could have inched a little bit. And then when we finally got on the freeway, he drove as slow as humanly possible. I mean, he was driving a Saturn, so that should have been my first clue. He also had the collar to his polo shirt flipped up…you know the way, like he’s some reject from a really bad 80’s movie (which, incidentally, Brian and I saw last night on TV). I just can’t take seriously a guy who flips his collar up and thinks he looks cool.
And grammatically, that was such a poorly worded sentence…but because I can’t phrase it any better, I’m going to leave it like it is so that the whole world can read it and mock my intelligence. I’m alright with that.
Okay, I just noticed that something techno has been playing on my iPod for the last minute and a half, so I must deal with that as it is getting quite annoying the more I listen to it. Oh oh, the Night at the Roxbury head-bobbing is starting to set in…Must. Change. Song.
Actually, that sentence was fine, grammatically. I could explain why, if you really want to be bored.