Thursday, December 31, 2009
Ratards (said like Zach G.) and New Year's Eve.
I have never been a huge New Year's Eve person. I never make resolutions. I've only hit the town a couple of times in my adult life to celebrate the day. Not because I'm a party pooper. I'm whatever the opposite of that is. I'm party constipated. I heart good times.
Anyways, I'm in for the evening. I have my rum and root beer. We got stuff to make a pizza. I'm all stocked up on Netflix. Good to go.
On the way back from a grocery shopping excursion the ratards are out in full force. Let me tell you about the biggest ratard.
A man and woman in a giant truck were driving into oncoming traffic for about 7 blocks. They NEVER realized it. They were driving towards a car head on. They stopped at a stop light and were stopped directly in front of a car going in the opposite direction. Onward they went. I was honking my little heart out. So was an old man in front of me. Downtown and the one way streets are semi-confusing, but once you're driving at another car head-on you kind of figure things out.
FINALLY they roll down the window to see what I'm honking about. I shout out "You're not in the right lane!" Their response...
Happy New Year.