So I had a blog topic all thought up and ready to go for this morning. Then, while I’m driving down 111th Ave on my way to work, I see a lady using ski poles while she’s walking. What? There’s no way that’s necessary. Have you ever been walking and thought to yourself “man, I could really use some extra pull on this uneven sidewalk terrain.” I certainly haven’t. There weren’t even some type of special walking ski poles, they were regular old, metal tipped, ski poles. I can’t imagine they offered her all that much extra traction, as I doubt she possessed the strength to drive them into the concrete. Plus it looked that much more insane because she was all decked out it the latest and greatest walking apparel, which is always a surefire way to ensure that you look as crazy as possible while out in public. Odd.Anyways, as I continued my drive down 111th Ave I came to a stop at 142nd street and while I was waiting at the light I glanced into the car beside mine. I always do this, because more often than not the person in the car beside me is doing something hilarious, like singing and being animated or picking their nose. It’s funny that people will do completely ridiculous stuff when they’re alone in their car because they don’t seem to realize that they aren’t actually alone in rush hour traffic. Word to the wise people, if you wouldn’t do something with a stranger sitting in your car, you probably shouldn’t be doing it in traffic. If you haven’t noticed, there is a stranger sitting right beside you.
But I digress. So I’m stopped at 142nd street and I glance into the car beside mine. There is a lady sitting in an old Buick yawning. Always good for a laugh, because people make funny faces when they yawn. Then I notice that her little girl is standing up beside her with her hands on the dash looking out the window. WHAT? NO! WHAT? This kid is maybe two years old, and should be strapped into a car seat and sealed in a hyperbaric chamber. Not standing on the passenger side seat with her hands on the dash. I stare at this for a while, but then the car turns left on the advance light leaving me at the red. In retrospect I wish that I had called the cops or something. Sadly I’m not smart enough to record the license plate as they drove away.
I continued my drive to work kind of sad and confused. Who does that? What the hell is going on on 111th Ave? Seemingly someone has stocked the water with an ample supply of complete insanity. Unfortunately for me, I live just off of 111th Ave, which would explain my desire to purchase ski poles and recklessly endanger the life of an infant.
BAH!
Of note, I was going to write about how 99% of blogs in the world are complete crap, and it completely ruins what would otherwise be a cool feature with the “Next Blog” button. It will have to wait, it seems a bit trivial at the moment.
