Okay, I posted early for Monday. I think I actually posted on Friday afternoon for my Monday post. Partly because I didn't want to chicken out, partly because I really wanted to take Monday off. Oooppss. Did I just write that?
This morning, coming to work, I saw someone who was pulled over by the police. A really bad spot, near an intersection. Well, I figured he was stopped for speeding, but here is the interesting part. After the police got back in the car, and he started, he made a right hand turn without turning on his turn signal, and the police officer stopped him again. Can you think to yourself: son-of-a-bitch? And it looked like there was a couple in the car – a man and woman at least.
I would have to bite my tongue were I in the passenger side seat. "So one ticket was not enough, sweetie?" How do you break another driving rule when you were just stopped? I don't get it. And I am not all over the police officer in this one. I mean, the person was violating a traffic rule.
Not sure if you have ever been to Georgia, but we Georgians drive differently. You see, we never use our turn signals. So if you see one of us slow down, odds are good that we are going to turn. See when a tourist slows down, it normally means they are looking for a street or are lost – we just want to turn. Now, I don't drive like a Georgian because I don't assume that people are psychic – I mean, some of these people are South Carolinians, and it is a known fact that these people can't read minds. Heck, half of them can't read. Okay, that was a little bit over the top – I am just pissy because if I look at things objectively, South Carolina has a heck of a lot to offer. I mean, the difference between Charleston and Savannah is that you are far less likely to be murdered in Charleston. I actually think that is in their ads.
Well, I did want to write a bit this morning, if nothing else but to give those who have commented yesterday a chance to read a bit of fluff. I mean, I can't always write deep stuff, especially because I pour my blood into certain posts. Part of me just wants to ask Shakira to sing "Hips Don't Lie" to me while I get a massage by Orlando Bloom. I mean, what girl wouldn't?
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