Ahhh, no, not that....
I'm getting some gas today in Town. And this asshole that shall remain nameless pulls up and starts to pump gas at the next pump as I head inside to pay... He says hi, I say, hey... how's it goin. I grab a bottle of water and some smokes, pay and head back outside. As I walk towards my car I look over at this idiot who was pumping gas, kind of ignore him and start to open my car door. As I'm about to get in, gas starts squirting out of his frickin car... apparently the automatic shutoff thing on that pump wasn't working, so he has gas all over him. He starts to bitch and curse about the gas, and starts saying how he's gonna sue the store and all this. He looks to me like he wants me to say something. So I did... "Tell ya the truth, I was rooting for the gas the whole time." I got in my car and left.
So... Brooke gets ahold of me today and says she's in town, down from Albany for the day. I say cool, I'll come over we'll grab some food and hang out for a bit. So, I take me a shower and get all ready to head to town. So far... this story is exciting, it may top the New York Times best sellers list.
Anyway, seeing as how I'm a damn hermit and I live out in the woods and never leave, I was quite surprised by something I see on Dry Brook today. A FUCKING TRAFFIC LIGHT... yeah, you got it. A red light, I'm cruisin along... doing my normal 60 mph run down drybrook and all of the sudden I see a fucking redlight. Slam on the brakes and then the thinking starts. Why do we need a stoplight? Aren't these resources better used elsewhere. A grand total of 30 people may drive on the brook every day... hey now, I think we're in need of some serious traffic control there.
Come to find out, they're rebuilding the bridge, and it's now one lane. Mind you, they're rebuilding another bridge on the Brook, and all they have is a damn 20mph speed limit and you can figure out if a car is coming the other way. Things are so much simpler when electronic traffic devices aren't involved. Plus, it's not like Dry Brook is even 2 lanes to begin with.
So, then I'm coming back from Brooke's and at the same bridge someone must have forgotten their damn measuring tape... because they have a sign that say "Bridge Work 500 Feet" and it's about 5 feet from the bridge... right where the stop here on red sign is. Needless to say, I'm starting to question the intelligence of both the highway department and my neighbors.
So... Brooke gets ahold of me today and says she's in town, down from Albany for the day. I say cool, I'll come over we'll grab some food and hang out for a bit. So, I take me a shower and get all ready to head to town. So far... this story is exciting, it may top the New York Times best sellers list.
Anyway, seeing as how I'm a damn hermit and I live out in the woods and never leave, I was quite surprised by something I see on Dry Brook today. A FUCKING TRAFFIC LIGHT... yeah, you got it. A red light, I'm cruisin along... doing my normal 60 mph run down drybrook and all of the sudden I see a fucking redlight. Slam on the brakes and then the thinking starts. Why do we need a stoplight? Aren't these resources better used elsewhere. A grand total of 30 people may drive on the brook every day... hey now, I think we're in need of some serious traffic control there.
Come to find out, they're rebuilding the bridge, and it's now one lane. Mind you, they're rebuilding another bridge on the Brook, and all they have is a damn 20mph speed limit and you can figure out if a car is coming the other way. Things are so much simpler when electronic traffic devices aren't involved. Plus, it's not like Dry Brook is even 2 lanes to begin with.
So, then I'm coming back from Brooke's and at the same bridge someone must have forgotten their damn measuring tape... because they have a sign that say "Bridge Work 500 Feet" and it's about 5 feet from the bridge... right where the stop here on red sign is. Needless to say, I'm starting to question the intelligence of both the highway department and my neighbors.