It's the tractor's fault, I swear!
Hokay. So I'm on my way to work, right? Fine, fine. My mom's driving me to work as usual, at 8:30 this morning so that I can be there for 9. Everything's going great, we're making good time, when suddenly we get behind a guy that was going what seemed like negative twenty miles an hour. Seriously, if the guy had been going any slower he would have been moving backwards.
But we live in Newfoundland, the province of old people too stubborn to realize that hey, this isn't the horse and buggy era anymore. We put up with it because we were sure they'd turn off to another road and let us get on with letting our speedometer move away from speeds that I can walk faster than. And that's coming from someone who avoids physical activity if she can at all avoid it. My life is spent in front of my computer. You can ask my sister: I very rarely even leave my room to eat or watch TV. If I had an internet router in my room then I wouldn't even need to leave it to play on my 360.
But I'm getting off topic. My mother and I were stuck behind the guy (or girl, we didn't look) and my mom decided that "Hey, if we're moving this slow it won't hurt to let some of the people stuck trying to join traffic from other streets merge with our single-lane street." Which makes sense and will only help in pissing off the person behind us who was so close to our back bumper that he might as well have climbed right up into the truck bed and rode along with us. I like pissing other people off, especially when I'm in a less than pleasant mood. Share the joy around, you know?
Now you have to understand that the main drag that my mother and I have to take every morning to get out to Mount Pearl is very twisty. There's lots of turns and hills. We couldn't see any farther than the car in front of us for the first five minutes or so (which is a very long time to sit in one place when you're used to being able to take the whole street in that time. Give or take a minute.
Finally we get to a straight-ish road only to find out that, oh look. We're stuck behind six other people who are stuck behind a gods. damned. TRACTOR!!!
Since when has Newfoundland had tractors?! Hell, since when has Newfoundland had farms?! Newfoundland's just a big rock sticking out of the east end of Canada that Mother Nature slapped a light dusting of dirt and trees on!
Now we had been planning on returning some movies that we had rented a couple days ago before heading out onto the highway. No siree were we going to get past this tractor, down to Jumbo Video, over the highway, and to Mount Pearl in twelve minutes. We took the very next exit onto said highway and sped the whole way to where I'm doing my work term for school just to get me there within a reasonable window of lateness.
If anyone asks? That bruise on my forehead is from slamming my head into the front passenger-side window.
And good lord, if you own a tractor DON'T DRIVE IT ON THE MAIN ROAD OUT OF TOWN WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO GET TO WORK!
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cheers, (unless you own a tractor, then you get wishes for internet gremlins to eat your hard drive)
Liana
But we live in Newfoundland, the province of old people too stubborn to realize that hey, this isn't the horse and buggy era anymore. We put up with it because we were sure they'd turn off to another road and let us get on with letting our speedometer move away from speeds that I can walk faster than. And that's coming from someone who avoids physical activity if she can at all avoid it. My life is spent in front of my computer. You can ask my sister: I very rarely even leave my room to eat or watch TV. If I had an internet router in my room then I wouldn't even need to leave it to play on my 360.
But I'm getting off topic. My mother and I were stuck behind the guy (or girl, we didn't look) and my mom decided that "Hey, if we're moving this slow it won't hurt to let some of the people stuck trying to join traffic from other streets merge with our single-lane street." Which makes sense and will only help in pissing off the person behind us who was so close to our back bumper that he might as well have climbed right up into the truck bed and rode along with us. I like pissing other people off, especially when I'm in a less than pleasant mood. Share the joy around, you know?
Now you have to understand that the main drag that my mother and I have to take every morning to get out to Mount Pearl is very twisty. There's lots of turns and hills. We couldn't see any farther than the car in front of us for the first five minutes or so (which is a very long time to sit in one place when you're used to being able to take the whole street in that time. Give or take a minute.
Finally we get to a straight-ish road only to find out that, oh look. We're stuck behind six other people who are stuck behind a gods. damned. TRACTOR!!!
Since when has Newfoundland had tractors?! Hell, since when has Newfoundland had farms?! Newfoundland's just a big rock sticking out of the east end of Canada that Mother Nature slapped a light dusting of dirt and trees on!
Now we had been planning on returning some movies that we had rented a couple days ago before heading out onto the highway. No siree were we going to get past this tractor, down to Jumbo Video, over the highway, and to Mount Pearl in twelve minutes. We took the very next exit onto said highway and sped the whole way to where I'm doing my work term for school just to get me there within a reasonable window of lateness.
If anyone asks? That bruise on my forehead is from slamming my head into the front passenger-side window.
And good lord, if you own a tractor DON'T DRIVE IT ON THE MAIN ROAD OUT OF TOWN WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO GET TO WORK!
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cheers, (unless you own a tractor, then you get wishes for internet gremlins to eat your hard drive)
Liana