Things I Yelled At Passerby And Fellow Motorists From The Safe Confines Of My Car, Addled By Coffee And Too Little Lunch, Adrenaline Pumping Through My Veins From Turning A Paper In Juuuuust Under Deadline And Running Late:

• “You are a bus.  You are bigger than the pedestrians walking in front of you.  JUST START DRIVING.  They’ll move!  Run them over if you have to!”
• “Tights are not paaaaaaants!”
• “Roads are for pedestrians to cross, not wander down like the dazed sole survivor of the apocalypse.”
• “OMG, the stop hand means STOP WALKING not ‘Stop using your brain to interpret this symbol into a meaningful directive to keep yourself from getting run over’.  I WILL RUN YOU OVER.”

I Do Declare

Honest to God, when I signed in today and wordpress told me, “Welcome Back”, I said, out loud, in a sort of surprised, very grateful tone: “Thank you!”

Well, I’m tired.  And these days, surrounded by the dicks that I am, it doesn’t take much to really impress me with politeness.