Performance Anxiety: The Stop Light
How could I forget this one? You're sitting at a green light in the turn lane, and the person in front of you is waiting for oncoming traffic so they can turn left--but the genius won't pull forward far enough so you can get into the intersection. What a worthless pile of ca-ca.
Move your back end far enough forward that I can get out in the intersection. That way, when the light turns red and you are still sitting here waiting for the Cubs to win the World Series, and everybody stops, you and I are out in the intersection and everyone will wait for us to go on our merry way. When you fail to do this, my three-year-old son gets out the sniper rifle. He's pretty good.
I'm not kidding.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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2 comments:
Since when did you get a son? And a rifle?
Three years ago, apparently.
We never speak of it.
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