It's February in town, and you know what that means - tourists. There are so many different national/international events that happen here in town during the month of February that it's almost insanity. With so many things happening, that means there are a billion tourists in town too. Thank goodness MLB spring training left a few years ago - that was even worse!
So, all these tourists are driving around town clueless. They don't know how to drive properly, make stupid decisions on what to do while on the road, cause huge back-ups wherever they go, and clog the local joints that we use on a regular basis with their...tourist-iness. It took me 20 minutes to go the 2 miles to Wal-Mart yesterday because some tourist decided to drive 5 mph in a construction zone (marked 25 mph), and then sped up to 20 mph in the normal zone (marked 45 mph). WTF, you know? Everyone was gesturing and honking at these random people. On top of the tourists, the damn blue hairs are going full tilt in town. GO HOME TO THE EAST COAST, OLD PEOPLE. Tourist drivers + old people drivers + crappy drivers = ME ANGRY.
The girls are always asking me what I'm talking about in the car since I talk to the bad drivers. A simple "what the heck are you doing? JUST GO!" turns into a five-minute explanation to L about how a four-way stop works. "I HAVE RIGHT OF WAY, IDIOT!" turns into an explanation about left turns yielding to E. It's probably a good thing I curbed my cursing a long time ago, because right now? The girls would have such colorful vocabularies.
So, tomorrow, when I go to drive L to school and E to music class, I will probably have choice words for the idiot drivers who blow through the school zone, follow two feet behind my car, and drive 15 mph under the speed limit. Oh, my husband informs me that there is a 60% chance of snow for tomorrow morning. JOY. I'll just be hiding in my house crying now...
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