From Pine View Farm

Short Attention Span Theatre 0

The resident curmudgeon at my local rag is driven to distraction.


When I was on my way to the TWUUG meeting the day after I posted this, some bozo coming the other way tried to swing a left at a light in front of me while I was trying to go straight with the right-of-way. I seldom use my horn, but using it gave me pleasure at that point in a juncture of a confluence of time.

He was not texting or talking on a cell. He was just a bozo incapable of thinking of anything other than hisownself.


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