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Hi. I wish I had a job selling squirrels. They're so furry, and give you toothy grins. Unless they're rabid, in which case they will eat your face off and then find the rest of your family. That's not so good, I guess.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Live Like Everyone's Watching



He drove. Too fast for conditions: slippery, freezy rainy. Late for work again; someday perhaps he'd learn the difference between AM and PM settings on the alarm clock. The pell-mell merge at the west end of Allendale, where two lanes of traffic have to cram into one in about fifteen feet. He was stuck behind a white ark going 47 down a state highway; posted speed was 55, customary speed was 65. This was ridiculous. He could barely see ahead of him, but he couldn't lose a cent of pay to this old goat in the Town Car. By now a line of ten or more cars was stacked behind him like 747s over O'Hare, waiting for the main chance. Finally he saw an opening, and floored it, squeezing by, flying a middle finger at the slow-ass bitch.

He turned to look. He saw a surprised white-haired elderly lady. It was his own grandmother.

2 Comments:

Blogger Monika said...

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February 06, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How mean.... and so very, very funny.

February 09, 2007  

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