Okay, so time for my weekly update.
The job is still pretty fun, but the commute is a bitch, especially in winter. It was snowing heavily monday, so I set out an hour and a half early for work and filled my gas tank on the way. Mind you, my tank was at the red line because on friday, I was driving home with a quarter tank of gas and tried filling my tank several times, but the stations I have gas cards with were all having weird problems and couldnt take my card.
So anyway, I set out for work with $25 worth of gas in the tank. I got on the turnpike, figuring that it would be quicker and safer than the drive through the backwoods that i normally take in the mornings. The first twenty miles or so were fine. Occasionally some asshat would pass me, fish tail, and I'd laugh at them while at the same time doing my best to avoid hitting them. About half a mile from exit 53 (West Falmouth), however, traffic came to a halt. I saw flashing lights up ahead, noticed everyone was in the right hand lane, and used common sense to deduce that there was an emergency up ahead and traffic was being forced into the right lane to allow for emergency vehicles. Not exactly Mensa level thinking, right? Well the douschebag 2 cars behind me saw this as the perfect oppurtunity to get ahead of everyone else, and zoomed down the left lane. Soon every fuckwit behind him crowded into the left lane. Then I started seeing geniuses driving along the shoulders. Pretty soon we had total gridlock, as sirens start approaching. Most of the people in the left lane get the picture and pull onto the shoulder. However, about six or seven morons up ahead refused to pull over. The tow truck and ambulance got up next to me, but were blocked by a social retard in an Isuzu. When they nlaid on their horns, this motherfucker had the audacity to flip them off and yell. Meanwhile, time was passing by. I changed albums twice, ate my lunch, talked to teh towtruc driver for a few minutes, watched in mild shock as the woman behind me peed and tossed a cup of urine out the window, and watched a quarter tank of gas disappear. After about two hours, we began to jerk forward. A cop forced me off at exit 53, explaining that the turnpike was closed up ahead because of a 7 car pile up. I crawled my way across Portland (Maine), and made it to work an hour and a half late. So yeah, I hate people. Whats new with you guys?
The job is still pretty fun, but the commute is a bitch, especially in winter. It was snowing heavily monday, so I set out an hour and a half early for work and filled my gas tank on the way. Mind you, my tank was at the red line because on friday, I was driving home with a quarter tank of gas and tried filling my tank several times, but the stations I have gas cards with were all having weird problems and couldnt take my card.
So anyway, I set out for work with $25 worth of gas in the tank. I got on the turnpike, figuring that it would be quicker and safer than the drive through the backwoods that i normally take in the mornings. The first twenty miles or so were fine. Occasionally some asshat would pass me, fish tail, and I'd laugh at them while at the same time doing my best to avoid hitting them. About half a mile from exit 53 (West Falmouth), however, traffic came to a halt. I saw flashing lights up ahead, noticed everyone was in the right hand lane, and used common sense to deduce that there was an emergency up ahead and traffic was being forced into the right lane to allow for emergency vehicles. Not exactly Mensa level thinking, right? Well the douschebag 2 cars behind me saw this as the perfect oppurtunity to get ahead of everyone else, and zoomed down the left lane. Soon every fuckwit behind him crowded into the left lane. Then I started seeing geniuses driving along the shoulders. Pretty soon we had total gridlock, as sirens start approaching. Most of the people in the left lane get the picture and pull onto the shoulder. However, about six or seven morons up ahead refused to pull over. The tow truck and ambulance got up next to me, but were blocked by a social retard in an Isuzu. When they nlaid on their horns, this motherfucker had the audacity to flip them off and yell. Meanwhile, time was passing by. I changed albums twice, ate my lunch, talked to teh towtruc driver for a few minutes, watched in mild shock as the woman behind me peed and tossed a cup of urine out the window, and watched a quarter tank of gas disappear. After about two hours, we began to jerk forward. A cop forced me off at exit 53, explaining that the turnpike was closed up ahead because of a 7 car pile up. I crawled my way across Portland (Maine), and made it to work an hour and a half late. So yeah, I hate people. Whats new with you guys?
all0nblack:
Flu. Back from the coast. Ridiculous women abound. Rediscovering crusty punk. Not missing Wyoming snow/ice.