Oi, it's been an odd day.
Stayed up way too late talking to xxundecidedxx until I had to drive my roommate to class. I had *just* enough gas to get him to school, so I pulled into the closest gas station after I dropped him off only to realize that my wallet was back at the apartment.
I figured I could at LEAST come up with enough change to get me back home... so I pumped $1.50 worth of gas into my car, went in to pay and realized that one of my dimes was actually a nickel. Poor guy must have felt sorry for me, though, 'cause he told me not to worry about it. Who the hell buys $1.50 worth of gas? I felt like such a tool. I was still wearing my pajamas and everything, gah.
I always like to think that I'm not a very prejudiced person. Well... with one exception.
But! Other than my hatred of morons, I've always prided myself on being unbiased.
I realized today that I have been living a lie.
It is one of my strongest beliefs that people who drive trucks do not, in all actuality, know how to drive. Now, I'm sure there are a few decent truck drivers out there, but it seems to me that the guy running me off the road, or driving ten miles below the speed limit in the left lane, or cruising down the highway with his blinker on for miles, is ALWAYS in a truck. Pickup truck, mind. Semi drivers tend to be rockin' people. I've yet to meet an asshat semi driver except for maybe Sue from Survivor. She sucked. However, I didn't actually meet her, so I don't think she counts.
Maybe I just attract all of the bad truck drivers, or maybe there are good truck drivers around me but I don't notice because they're not being bastards. Who can say?
Anyway. Thought I'd share that revelation. I'm sure you all are better for it.
Stayed up way too late talking to xxundecidedxx until I had to drive my roommate to class. I had *just* enough gas to get him to school, so I pulled into the closest gas station after I dropped him off only to realize that my wallet was back at the apartment.
I figured I could at LEAST come up with enough change to get me back home... so I pumped $1.50 worth of gas into my car, went in to pay and realized that one of my dimes was actually a nickel. Poor guy must have felt sorry for me, though, 'cause he told me not to worry about it. Who the hell buys $1.50 worth of gas? I felt like such a tool. I was still wearing my pajamas and everything, gah.
I always like to think that I'm not a very prejudiced person. Well... with one exception.
But! Other than my hatred of morons, I've always prided myself on being unbiased.
I realized today that I have been living a lie.
It is one of my strongest beliefs that people who drive trucks do not, in all actuality, know how to drive. Now, I'm sure there are a few decent truck drivers out there, but it seems to me that the guy running me off the road, or driving ten miles below the speed limit in the left lane, or cruising down the highway with his blinker on for miles, is ALWAYS in a truck. Pickup truck, mind. Semi drivers tend to be rockin' people. I've yet to meet an asshat semi driver except for maybe Sue from Survivor. She sucked. However, I didn't actually meet her, so I don't think she counts.
Maybe I just attract all of the bad truck drivers, or maybe there are good truck drivers around me but I don't notice because they're not being bastards. Who can say?
Anyway. Thought I'd share that revelation. I'm sure you all are better for it.
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i've definitely done the 1.50 gas thing...