How's your day?
I just love driving in the city with rain pouring down. No one uses their turn signals or stops at stop signs. The entire experience becomes a guessing game.
Nobody gives way to anyone. Everyone just angles, points, drives directly toward his or her destination. Pretending its an all or nothing gamble which most of the time it is. People glare at one another and fight for maneuvering space. All parties are equally determined to get the right of way, they insist on it! They swerve at the last possible moment, giving scant inches to spare. The victor goes forward, no time for a victory grin, already engaging in another contest of will. It's a continuous charade of posturing, bluffing, fast moves ,tenacity and surrenders.
All the while middle fingers are flashed at each other and windows are partly down with everyone throwing insults at each other. The man in the lane next to me was yelling curse words i never heard before moving to the city. I looked over at him and said " good morning pastor kelly"
I just try to stay calm and block out all the yelling . This morning however a man was yelling directly at me screaming " pig pig" I was wondering if he was calling me a pig or there were cops up ahead. That must be it I thought, there must be a cop up ahead of me. It was than that i hit the pig. Poor thing never had a chance.
I often like to give money to the homeless who like to wash my windows while waiting in the forever traffic jams but this morning I must admit it annoyed me seeing that it was raining so hard.
While sitting in the traffic jam i thought I would listen to some music but realized my car was made in Japan , so why bother to turn on the radio, I wouldn't understand a word they would say .
Finally we were moving again but I knew things were bad when the lady on my GPS said in 200 feet make a left and stop and let her the hell out.
I was thinking someday I might not have to deal with this. I will have one of those self driving cars. Than a country singer can write a song about his truck leaving him too.
Finally I got to the store and my brakes went out on me. I called my wife and told her. She asked me where the car was? I said " it's in here with me"
Than while shopping an old lady told me I looked like her decreased son and asked if I would do her a favor. She asked if I wouldn't mind saying " goodbye mom" to her because she never got a chance to say goodbye to him. I agreed and said goodbye to her as she left the store. I only bought a few things but my bill came to 127 dollars. I questioned the cashier about it but she said " your mom said you would pay for hers".
Than my stupid card wouldn't work The cashier told me to face her and strip down. Apparently she meant the card in the machine.
So now I'm just waiting here for the police to come.
How is your day so far?