Sunday July 22nd
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Interesting Place Where I Work, Part 2
Ah yes... I forgot to mention. Not only do we have to contend with rival gangs and all the trouble they cause, we are also very near a county hospital. Which means, occasionally, we have to deal with some strange people, who find their way to our place.
I heard the Great Dane, that guards the front area, barking ferociously this afternoon and went down to take a look. He was being backed up by our equally ferocious, but much smaller Jack Russell Terrier. I assumed that they may have been barking at the people next door. They sometimes do that if anyone new pulls up to the place. Then I heard a lot of banging and the sound of something being dragged rather loudly. The Dane has now hit the gate. He's looking over it, hackles raised. And then, I hear someone talking to him. What!? "I'm only borrowing it! I'm only borrowing it!" Some nimrod is trying to talk down this 160 pound dog who is ready to kill him.
I run to the fence only to see some guy who is stoned out of his gourd. His face is beet red, not from the sun, but from whatever he's been taking this afternoon. He is covered with sweat. He was all thin and scrawny looking. Years of drugs had taken their toll. He didn't even notice me as he continued talking to the dogs. "I'm only borrowing it! I'm only borrowing it!" He kept repeating as I watch him drag a plastic trash can from the place next door. Fortunately, it seemed to be empty. I don't think he was stealing it to see if there was anything important thrown away in there. I don't know what he was taking it for.
I thought for a second of yanking open the gate and going out there with the Dane. I would hold the dog's collar and confront this guy. That thought quickly faded. I don't want to mess with someone on drugs. I don't want to mess with some crazy guy. He could pull a knife. I thought about the stories of some doped up people having superhuman strength. He could have the trashcan.
I waited a few minutes and then threw a leash around the Great Dane and took him for a walk to see if I could spot the guy. He seemed to have disappeared. I was actually relieved. I am hoping that he was so wasted that he wouldn't remember how to get back to our place. I don't want to deal with him again. |
posted Sunday July 22nd, @02:21AM
Wednesday July 18th
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Interesting Place Where I Work
My work is located in what is called, "Unincorporated Area of Los Angeles County". Which means that the LA County Sheriff is who we call when we need the cops. However, if you walk about 100 feet north and cross the street, you are now in the City of Los Angeles. Which means they call the Los Angeles Police Department. We are also right along the border between two warring gangs. We see new graffiti every morning. And, it usually gets crossed out by the rival gangs the next night. Eventually, there will be trouble. Twice, in as many months, the police have shot two men to death just down the street, at the end of car chases. Seems like every other day, the Sheriff's copter is flying overhead looking for suspects....
So, why am I bringing this up? Because of something interesting my employer found. There is a jungle of ivy out front that has taken over the fence that fronts the business. It's been there for decades. Over time, dirt has built up over the roots. Which meant there was about a 2 foot dirt berm beneath the ivy. My employer wants the ivy out and has been working at that berm to expose the roots and start tearing it out.
A couple of months ago, as she was tearing out the dirt and roots, she found some bullets. They had actually been in a cardboard box. Over time, the box had disintegrated and all what was left was the Styrofoam that held the bullets. Six were missing. They were Luger 9mm bullets. We came up with all kinds of scenarios. Whoever used them only needed the 6 bullets to do a gang hit and tossed the rest in the ivy many years ago, so as to do away with evidence. The package of tarnished bullets sat around for quite awhile, until another one of my supervisors freaked out and tossed them in the trash. Being completely ignorant about guns, she was sure that those bullets were going to explode on their own.
She may have made a mistake. Today, as my boss tore out more ivy, she came across a gun. A Ruger 9mm. Corroded and rusty. Also missing it's clip. However, the serial numbers were still on it. It was weird seeing it there. Was it used in a murder? Is there some scum, out there, running around free because they couldn't find a murder weapon? She left it where she found it and called the Sheriff. They've picked it up. We will probably never find out if it was tied to any crime. We will just have to entertain ourselves coming up with different scenes as to how that gun and it's bullets ended up in the ivy. |
posted Wednesday July 18th, @02:15AM
Sunday April 22nd
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posted Sunday April 22nd, @05:11PM
Monday April 16th
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Friday the 13th
Sue, one of my co-workers, told us about an accident she witnessed this past Friday the 13th. She was driving to work when she looked up in the rearview mirror. There was a guy tailgating her hard. He had a cellphone glued to his ear and was heavily into his conversation. It was to the point that Sue could see that he was zoned out and not even paying attention to his driving. She thought the best thing to do would be to switch lanes and get away from that guy. She moved over and let him pass. He started to tailgate the car that Sue had just been behind. Suddenly that car braked hard and came to an abrupt stop. The guy yakking on the cellphone didn't. He didn't hit his brakes and slammed into the back of the car in front of him. Sue watched in shock as his front end crumpled and he flew forward. She saw his head hit the windshield and then he bounced back into his seat. And, she said, the whole time his hand was clenched around that cell phone. She said it was one of the most surreal things she had ever seen. She was pretty shook up about it, when she got to work. That easily could have been her car that was slammed into. |
posted Monday April 16th, @02:34AM
Friday March 16th
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Old Reliable
Several years ago, I was telling someone how we had 6 cars and only two drivers. They responded, "I bet you that old Chevy is the most reliable!" The old Chevy being my 1972 Camaro. I stopped and thought about it for awhile. At the time, I had probably owned the car for about 15 years. And yes, thinking about it, it was one of the most reliable cars I have ever owned. Yes, it has broken down, but it has never stranded me. If something were to happen, it would happen right in front of the house.
I thought about that conversation as I fired up the old beast this morning. On Monday, the "check engine" light blinked to life on my 2003 New Beetle. 35,000 miles and this is the first time it has happened. "Ah, it's probably just a sensor!" One of my co-workers said, "Don't worry! You can still drive it!" I decided to play it safe until I get it to the shop. So, I borrowed my daughter's 2004 New Beetle to get to work. That was fine, until they needed the car today. So, time to dig the beast out of the mothballs.
I pushed the gas pedal down twice, turned the key and the beast rumbled to life. 350 cubes of V-8 power. Pop it into drive and go to work. It was like old times. Back when the beast used to be my daily driver. Back when gas was $1.50 a gallon for premium. Old Reliable. We're down to 4 cars now. My 2003 New Beetle, the 2004 New Beetle that our two daughters share, a 1966 Beetle that's been torn down for an eventual restoration and the Camaro. 25 years I've had that car now. I miss driving it every day, but it's starting to get tired. Everything on that car, with the exception of the engine is 35 years and old starting to show it. But, in a pinch, it always comes through.
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posted Friday March 16th, @12:43AM
Saturday March 10th
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Some Songs Just Have to be Blasted
When I drive, I always have the radio on. More for background noise than anything. Occasionally, a song comes on that I have to listen to at, ear bleeding, full volume. One of those came on tonight:
No More Tears - Ozzy Osbourne
[Ozzy Osbourne, Zakk Wylde, Randy Castillo, Michael Inez, John Purdell]
The light in the window is a crack in the sky
A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye
A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back
The man in the dark will bring another attack
Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers
Look in the mirror tell me do you think your life's in danger here ya
No more tears
Another day passes as the night closes in
The red light goes on to say it's time to begin
I see the man around the corner waiting does to see me ?
I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here
No more tears
So now that it's over can't we just say good-bye?
I'd like to move an and make the most of the night
Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way
Your lips are so cold I don't know what else to say
I never wanted it to end this way my love my darling
Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here
No more tears |
posted Saturday March 10th, @11:06PM
Tuesday March 6th
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Just Waiting
Took the morning off from work. Looks like it's going to be a half day. I am waiting for an oversized shipment to come from Home Depot. It's coming via one of their delivery trucks instead of UPS. They called yesterday and told me that it will be here between 8:00am and 12:00pm. I was hoping that it would be here closer to 8:00 than noon. But, since it's now 10:54am, that's not going to happen. What worries me a little bit, is that the girl who called to give me the time frame, butchered the name of our street. When I corrected her, she got a little irate. So, now I am wondering if the driver is looking for a street that doesn't even exist in our city. Hopefully he will call is he can't find us. I've got my cellphone glued to my side. Just waiting.....
They showed up at 11:55am. Talk about cutting it close. |
posted Tuesday March 6th, @01:57PM
Thursday March 1st
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Missed Me By That Much
I was on my way home from work. Jumped on the 110 freeway north and was making the transition to the 405 north. You round a nice curve that's posted 45mph. I can take it at 65-70. In the lane next to me, and slightly ahead, was a fully loaded 18 wheeler. As we started into the curb, I was gaining on him. My plan was to pass him. There was a car behind the truck that got behind my car. I figured he could see what I was going to do, and he didn't want to be stuck behind the truck. As we rounded the curve, I wanted to make sure that the truck was steady in his lane, before I try to pass. Next thing I know, I see smoke coming from under his tires on the tractor. He had locked up his brakes. Then, suddenly, the tractor is canted at a slight angle, the front of it is now jutting into my lane. And, here's the bad part, the rear of the trailer was swinging around towards the front of the truck. Guy was jack-knifing! I hit the brakes hard, dropping me back several car lengths. Fortunately, the guy behind me saw what was happening and he slowed too. The trucker now needed both lanes to try to get his truck back and the straight and narrow. And boy, did he use them. When the curve straightened out, he goosed it a little and managed to get the trailer to straighten up. That's when I took the opportunity to pass him and get the hell out of there. It was a close call. Thinking back on it, I realized that he had been going into that turn way too fast. He was probably doing over 55 when he went into it. I've been imagining all night what would have happened if his trailer had swung into my car. It's not a pretty picture. |
posted Thursday March 1st, @02:53AM
Sunday February 25th
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Loud party
The houses here are small. They average about 840 square feet. Small lots, small houses. So why does the idiot around the corner insist on having these "invite all the thugs in the whole of LA County" parties? Last time he had one of these, I ended up calling the police due to the noise. Seems like a lot of the neighbors had too, according to dispatch. Hundreds of people show up, and there is no room on his lot for everyone. So, they spill out onto the neighbors lawns and into the street.
He had another one tonight. I was alerted to it by the sudden convergence of several loud vehicles pulling up and racing up and down the street. Also, several cars were parked blocking peoples driveways. I could hear the bass coming from his house. I heard a lot of racket not too long ago and noticed a large, drunk crowd gathered around the neighbors truck across the street. One of the fools had pulled off his pants and was jumping around under the streetlight while his fool friends snapped his picture with their cell phone cameras. I debated calling the police, but I figured they wouldn't get here soon enough. I would have loved for them to pull up and shine their spotlight on Mr. Exhibitionist. It would have been worth it to see the look on his face.
Seems like someone called the police. They showed up and the party broke up pretty quick. The cars all took off rather quickly. I'm stressed out now. I hope I can unwind and get to sleep. |
posted Sunday February 25th, @02:01AM
Friday January 5th
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I Hate Tailgaters
Hubby and I were returning from his Aunt's house last night. We had brought our three dogs with us. She would like to have a dog, but due to her physical health, really can't take care of one. So, we bring ours over to play.
So, here we are in my New Beetle, tooling down the road. The two of us and the three dogs. About a mile from the house, a Piece of Shit Honda pulls up behind me and stays about 2 inches off of my bumper. The dipshit has his brights on. "Look at this asshole!" I comment to hubby. "Not only is he 2 inches off my bumper, he has his brights on!" Hubby looks into the rearview and notices that dipshit is being tailgated himself. By a Dodge Intrepid that also has his brights on.
I was in the rightmost lane. There was no one in the left lane. Both these doofuses had plenty of opportunity to go around me. I started decreasing my speed, hoping that would force them around me. Being careful to not slow down too much to the point they would hit me. Didn't work. I would start braking really freaking early when I approached red lights, and then stop about 6 car lengths off of the car in front of me. Still could not shake them. Crap!
At the next light, I looked behind me. The only vehicles behind me were the two tailgating idiots. I put on my emergency lights and shut the car off. "Oops! I stalled!". The light changed, traffic ahead of me moved. I didn't. Since shithead had pulled up so close to me, he couldn't pull around me. And, he couldn't back up because the Intrepid was on his ass. The Intrepid driver honked his horn. Guess he couldn't see the bright, amber lights blinking on my car.  I waved them around. The Intrepid had to back up to get around the POS Honda. Then the Honda had to back up to get around me. Once they were ahead, I started the car up and continued home.
Several blocks later noticed the Honda was now inches off of the bumper of a large Ford SUV. I wished that the Ford would have stood on his brakes. Ah well. He can't drive like that forever. He's going to slam into someone one of these days. |
posted Friday January 5th, @11:27PM
Sunday November 5th
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Cars I've Owned/Own
These are the cars that I've had. or currently have. In order of when they were acquired:
1967 Renault 10(sold)
1968 Cadillac Sedan De Ville(impounded)
1972 Chevrolet Camaro Rally Sport 350 (still have)
1968 Chevrolet Truck - Shortbed Step Side(sold)
1973 Chevrolet El Camino (totalled by drunk driver)
1975 Ford Pinto (ran into the ground - junked)
1976 Chevrolet Pick-up - Shortbed Fleetside 4 X 4 (stolen)
1976 Ford LTD Landau (junked)
1966 Volkswagen Beetle (Still have - being restored)
1994 Ford Escort LX (gave to daughter)
2003 Volkswagen New Beetle GL (daily driver) |
posted Sunday November 5th, @08:19PM
Sunday August 6th
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How Low Will an Addict Go?
My family is finding out first hand just how low an addict will go to get their next fix. The addict in question is my oldest sister. She's addicted to Vicodin and some other pain killers. Her source of Vicodin is my dad. We found out that she's been stealing his Vicodin for years. It's a long, long story. That's one of the reasons I started this journal. I am hoping that maybe writing about what's been going on might help alleviate some of the stress that I've been going through dealing with this. Every day, my other sister calls me and updates me on our older sisters shenanigans as far as trying to steal our father's painkillers.
Now, we found out that she may have made a Faustian Bargain with my Dad to ensure her next fix.
From Wikipedia:
The bargain is always a dangerous one, for the price of the Fiend's service is the wagerer's soul. The tale may have a moralizing end, with eternal damnation for the foolhardy venturer. Conversely it may have a comic twist, in which a wily peasant outwits the Devil, usually on a technical point.
His soul? Possibly. The bargain she made with him may soon cost him his life. I will post the story here. It's a long one. I don't even know where to start. I will tell you this. My oldest sister, the addict, is 51. My father is 76. |
posted Sunday August 6th, @02:25AM
Wednesday July 19th
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Some Things are Worth Waiting For
Like the end of a song. Went to the store after work, and about 1/2 mile from the place they start playing a couple of tracks from my all time favorite album. I have it on vinyl and on a CD. I crank up the volume. When I get to the parking lot, I just sit in the car waiting for the song to end.
Brain Damage
(Waters) 3:50
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"
Eclipse
(Waters) 2:04
All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
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posted Wednesday July 19th, @02:47AM
Sunday July 2nd
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Just Another Day
I decided to take the Camaro to work yesterday. With gas being $3.00+ per gallon, I have been driving the car the gets in the high 20's per gallon of gas. The Camaro gets in the low teens. But, it needs to be driven occasionally.
Get to an area where the road runs through an industrial part of town. Three lanes each way with a concrete divider separating opposing lanes of traffic. It's posted 45, I usually do 50. Especially on Saturday when everything is closed.
Except for the huge older 4 door Mercedes that blew past me at about 90 miles per hour, I had the road to myself.
Suddenly, an import, with about 2 inches of ground clearance pulls up near me. I couldn't really tell what this car started out as. It had the stupid wing in back, ground effects, fart pipe and some other garbage. Along with enough performance parts stickers to add about 20 pounds to the car.
He made some sort of maneuver with his car. I guess he wanted to race. I pushed down on my accelerator a little bit so he could hear my engine a little better. It was if I was saying, "Are you sure you want to do this?" After that, he zipped all the way over into the right lane and made a hard right turn as soon as he could.
He was lucky I didn't feel like humiliating someone that day. |
posted Sunday July 2nd, @09:16PM
Friday June 23rd
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Our Frequent Visitor
Several years back, and old black cat came into our neighborhood and adopted some of the residents on our street. Every day he would make his daily rounds and stop in and see certain people for an hour or so. We were honored to be on his list. The "cat lady" down the street took to feeding him and took him to the vet to get fixed, but she wouldn't claim ownership. He was too independent. We all took to calling him The Black. We don't know where he originally came from. He was an older cat and quite streetwise.
When he would visit us, his usual routine was to come to the front door and bang the screen. I would put the dog outside and let him in. He would greet everyone, in the house, and usually park on someones lap until it was time to go. Other times, he would lie down on the floor, between the living room and the dining room where he could enjoy the cool breeze coming in through the front screen door.
Our dog was a 70+ pound German Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix who didn't take to well to this daily visitor. When he was put outside, he would make a lot of noise to show his displeasure with this intruder.
One day, Mr. Black was here during his allotted time. He was laying on the floor, between the dining room and living room. He was watching the world around him while enjoying the breeze. Oblivious to the angry dog on the other side of the back door who wanted to get in.
The girls wanted to play in the backyard. So, they pulled open the back door. The dog saw his opportunity. He pushed past them and ran in. I heard them yelling and it took me a second to realize what was happening. It was too late anyway.
I watched as the dog came up right behind the cat. Imagine a large semi-truck pulling up abruptly behind a tiny little car and you get the image. The dog made a half growl/bark noise.... The cat was airborne. I saw sheer terror on the cat's face and he jumped straight up. Then he bolted for the front screen. Death on four legs was right behind him and he had to get out of here. Unfortunately, the front screen was a security screen and he couldn't get out. (If it had been a regular screen door, I think he would have torn right through it).
Next thing I know, the foyer is a mass of hissing, spitting, barking and growling mass of fur and claws. You could hear a metallic clank as the screen door was getting banged into. Mike grabbed the dog and dragged him out into the backyard. The cat bolted.
I found him a few minutes later. He was in our bedroom, up on top of a stereo speaker, which was stacked on another stereo speaker on our dresser. His eyes were the size of dinner plates and his face had an expression of, "What the hell was that!"
I managed to coax him down and he let me hold him. There wasn't a mark on him. He seemed fine, except for the scare. I could tell that he just wanted to get out of here right now, so I carried him to the door. When I got to the foyer, it smelled strongly of cat pee. The dog had scared the piss out of him. Poor thing. I let him out and he bolted towards the "Cat Ladies" house.
I went outside and couldn't get within 6 feet of the dog. He reeked of cat pee. He did, however, have a slash across his muzzle that was bleeding a little bit. It wasn't all that bad of a wound.
However, The Black quit coming over for his daily visits. He would walk down the sidewalk, at the appointed time and stop at the path to our house. Then, he would look nervously at our front door and walk off.
This went on for years....
Until the "Cat Lady" and her husband decided to move to Texas. The general consensus was that she should take The Black with her. She had been feeding him and taking him to the vet for his check-ups and any other ailments over the years.
When there was only a week left before they would move, we had a visitor. The Black. He came by again. By this time, our dog was elderly and no longer a threat. I don't even think he knew the cat was present. The cat seemed to pick up on this. He came by every day that last week. Staying our allotted time before he would go make the rest of his rounds.
Then the last day came. He came by our house earlier than usual. I let him in. He walked around, greeted everyone and stayed with us all day. Finally, as the sun started to set, he asked to leave. I opened the front door. "Goodbye Black, we'll miss you."
I watched as he went down the path to the sidewalk. When he got to the sidewalk, he looked one last time at me and went home.
That's the last time we would ever see him.
The next day, he rode shotgun in a Ford Bronco, from California to Texas. No crates for him, he sat on the seat.
Several years after that, we get the phone call. The Black quit eating. He was losing quite a bit of weight. He hardly had any teeth left as it was. He had cataracts, etc., all the ailments that affect elderly cats. She had him put down. It was the best thing to do. He was quite an old cat and lived a good life. We never knew where he came from. But, we were always glad to have had him in our life. |
posted Friday June 23rd, @01:48AM
Sunday May 28th
(jump earlier later)
What I'm Reading Right Now
I've always wanted to read this book. I have the movie on my rental queue, over at Netflix. Phillip Seymour Hoffman's Oscar win, for playing Capote, got me interested in reading it again. So, when I was buying something from Amazon, I was $5.00 short from getting the free shipping. So, I added this. I've been hooked ever since I started reading it. I've been getting to sleep later and later, because I stay up reading it until I fall asleep. |
posted Sunday May 28th, @01:55PM
Thursday May 25th
(jump earlier later)
Poor Mans Lincoln
Years ago, we used to have a 1976 Ford LTD Landau. I miss that car. One of our mechanics referred to it as a "pick-up truck in luxury car clothing. He wasn't too far off. That beast had a full frame that dog-legged out and ran under all four doors, before it narrowed again up around the engine. The doors themselves had metal beams to protect passengers in a side impact collision. Monstrous chrome "Federal" bumpers on both ends. Those bumpers had more metal in them than a new car today. They were also mounted on shock springs. So, before you could even hit that car you had to work through the bumpers and springs. And then, there was about 6 feet of trunk before you would hit the passenger compartment. So, one felt secure in that car.
I was tolling down the street in the above land yacht one fine day. I knew that I had a right turn coming up, so I looked in the land to the right and saw about 4 cars lengths back a ratty, old, oxidized, Ford Taurus that was rattling along. I clicked on the right turn signal. Suddenly, that POS Taurus started to accelerate to cut me off. I had all four windows rolled down so I could hear his shitty little rattletrap engine straining as he tried to close the gap.
Okay.....
I'm in an LTD, 5000 pounds of Detroit Iron. He's in a shitty little Ford Taurus. So.... I moved into the lane anyway. I didn't even look up to see if he had to brake hard, or what. I didn't care. He did, however, lean on his horn and start to tailgate me. Uh yeah. Tailgate me!? I repressed the urge to slam on my brakes so he could hit me and shorten his car by about 4 feet. Then, I could just flick him off my intact bumper and go on my merry way. Instead, I pulled into the right turn pocket. He actually started to pull up next to me. I guess he was going to pull even with my open window and start to yell obscenities at me, since I had the nerve to not let him carry out his little act of aggression. When I looked in my mirror, I could see his wife was trying to get him to calm down.
He backed off and pulled behind me.
At this point, I didn't know if he had calmed down or not. After I would make the right turn, I would have to go down about 5 miles on the street I was about to turn on, until I would get to the freeway on ramp. I pictured the psycho Taurus driver messing with me if he was able to complete the turn behind me. So, I had a devious plan..... I wouldn't give him the opportunity.
The light ahead was red. The cars ahead of me made their turns and then it was my chance. I pulled up to the limit line and scanned the traffic. When I completed the turn, I would be heading east. I could see the light was about to turn green for the east/west bound traffic. I had a small window of opportunity. The light changed and the eastbound traffic started moving. I watched as the cars cleared the limit line and the first three southbound lanes of the street I was sitting on. When they got to the center divider, I floored the gas pedal and cranked the wheel hard right. 460 cubes, 4-barrel and the C-6 transmission took notice. The beast started to burn out and screamed into the right turn. After I completed the turn, she shot straight down the road fast enough that the cars I turned in front of didn't have to hit their brakes. And, I was able to do it in a small enough window, that there was no way that Taurus would be able to follow me. By the time he would have the chance to turn, I had put about 200 cars and 3 miles of asphalt between us. Traffic was way too heavy for him to even find me, if he wanted to.
I wish I could have seen his face when I did that. I bet you he was fuming. |
posted Thursday May 25th, @11:33PM
Wednesday May 17th
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posted Wednesday May 17th, @10:16PM
Wednesday May 3rd
(jump earlier later)
I Hope This Day Gets Better
I am having a "Murphy's Law" kind of morning. I woke up with a slight headache, which is not a good sign. I took a couple of Excedrin. Hopefully that will knock it down. I'm sending off a couple of bills today. I tried to use the glue on an envelope provided by the company, but of course it doesn't stick. (Never does). So I grab a bottle of white glue. I squeeze the bottle gently, trying to place a small amount of the envelope flap. Next thing I know, there is a flash of white goo. There is now white glue all over my pants, my shoes, the floor and the file cabinet. Later on, I would notice that there is a dot of glue on the nose of my Jack Russell Terrier, Violet. This may have happened after the fact. She's quite nosy. Of course, none of it made it onto the envelope. I noticed a small crack on the top of the bottle. Lovely..... I tried to clean up as much of it as I could. Thankfully, where I work, I get pretty dirty by the end of the day, so I don't really need to change my jeans. Off to work. I hope this day improves. |
posted Wednesday May 3rd, @11:56AM
Saturday April 29th
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The Corner House
A few years back, a woman bought the run down house on the corner and moved in with her two young daughters. Her brother also moved in. I never really liked him. He was trouble from the start. It looked like she had her parents move into the converted garage and the son was always bullying the old man. However, his sister was there to keep him in check, at least when she was around. Until she met someone and married him. She moved out of that house and let her brother stay there. He immediately let his friends move into the vacant rooms.
And that's when the trouble really started.....
Suddenly, there were cars parking on our street and the street around the corner. The occupants would go inside the house. They would stay for around 10-15 minutes and then leave. It was rarely ever the same cars. People around the neighborhood were beginning to wonder if there was drug dealing going on there.
I came home one day to find out that I had missed out on all the fun. I was at work when all hell broke loose. It seems that early that morning, about a dozen local police cars showed up at that house along with some other law enforcement agencies. They had one of those hand held battering ram things. They yelled out something and then beat in the door. Everyone inside came out in handcuffs. Not only were they dealing drugs, they were manufacturing them there. Nice, huh? This is not a bad neighborhood, so it was pretty shocking to see this was going on right on the corner.
After that came down, things got real quiet there. Later on, the woman split up with her husband and moved back into the house with her daughters. Now, I haven't seen them for awhile. The brother still seems to be there. I don't know if he was ever arrested. Maybe he's out already. I don't know.
Now it seems that there are cars pulling up again. And, the people stay for a few minutes and leave. I can't believe that he is that stupid. Not only are the police keeping a watch on him, now that it has been confirmed that there was drug dealing going on there, the neighbors are keeping an extra eye on him too. |
posted Saturday April 29th, @12:17AM
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