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Notes from the road
Feb. 17th, 2007 05:37 pm"I don't know which is worse," said Starhawk, "the lack of imagination or the ability to misspell a simple four letter word they use constantly."
"The lack of imagination, definitely," Sunwolf replied.
Seen on the bathroom wall of the TA in Prescott AR: "Support your local 8-1 m/c." Underneath was clarified "8=Hell's 1=Angles."
Not written (by me), for lack of sharpie: "Would those be acute or obtuse angles?"
Dear hot-rodder.
Yes, your Dodge Charger is very nice. Yes, I see that it's primer black now. I expect it will be orange soon. You, however, will never live to be Bo Duke if you keep doing donuts in the truckstop parking lot where SOME PEOPLE are trying to back their rigs.
Not impressed,
the Falcon that almost backed over you.
Dear British band headed into Memphis.
Yes, I know your combo tour-van/camper is cute and takes diesel.
But it's extremely bad form to cut off a truck headed to the pumps, especially when you were jumping lines to do it. That blaring you might have heard--through your occupational-hazard deafness--was the Marten's horn.
Semis have CBS, and someone is going to have your happy ass for lunch out on the highway.
No love,
The lady trucker in the next lane that you called "luv."
Dear stupid four-wheeler.
No, that half-car-length space was really NOT big enough for you to haul your Penis Substitute Vehicle into.
If I hadn't slowed down, you would have taken my bumper. Or we'd have both ended up in the restraining wall. Wouldn't that be ironic, since I hauled the parts that built your PSV.
Grouchily,
The big truck you didn't miss by quite enough
Dear U-Haul,
Yes, I was watching out for you. The wind is very strong, and you're forgiven for being blown into my lane.
The Mama-zon
Dear Engineers,
Making that bridge so high increases the wind-shear dramatically
There were whitecaps on the river today.
Shakily,
the light-loaded trucker who damn near blew off the bridge
Dear Winter,
GO AWAY.
We'd like autumn back, now please. Or spring.
Ice and snow suck.
Painedly,
She of bruised elbow and knee.
Dear Wal-Mart.
You suck.
And not in the good way.
But for 2 lbs of Hershey's truffle kisses at $1.15/bag, you're sorta forgiven.
Grumpy in Aisle 5
"The lack of imagination, definitely," Sunwolf replied.
Seen on the bathroom wall of the TA in Prescott AR: "Support your local 8-1 m/c." Underneath was clarified "8=Hell's 1=Angles."
Not written (by me), for lack of sharpie: "Would those be acute or obtuse angles?"
Dear hot-rodder.
Yes, your Dodge Charger is very nice. Yes, I see that it's primer black now. I expect it will be orange soon. You, however, will never live to be Bo Duke if you keep doing donuts in the truckstop parking lot where SOME PEOPLE are trying to back their rigs.
Not impressed,
the Falcon that almost backed over you.
Dear British band headed into Memphis.
Yes, I know your combo tour-van/camper is cute and takes diesel.
But it's extremely bad form to cut off a truck headed to the pumps, especially when you were jumping lines to do it. That blaring you might have heard--through your occupational-hazard deafness--was the Marten's horn.
Semis have CBS, and someone is going to have your happy ass for lunch out on the highway.
No love,
The lady trucker in the next lane that you called "luv."
Dear stupid four-wheeler.
No, that half-car-length space was really NOT big enough for you to haul your Penis Substitute Vehicle into.
If I hadn't slowed down, you would have taken my bumper. Or we'd have both ended up in the restraining wall. Wouldn't that be ironic, since I hauled the parts that built your PSV.
Grouchily,
The big truck you didn't miss by quite enough
Dear U-Haul,
Yes, I was watching out for you. The wind is very strong, and you're forgiven for being blown into my lane.
The Mama-zon
Dear Engineers,
Making that bridge so high increases the wind-shear dramatically
There were whitecaps on the river today.
Shakily,
the light-loaded trucker who damn near blew off the bridge
Dear Winter,
GO AWAY.
We'd like autumn back, now please. Or spring.
Ice and snow suck.
Painedly,
She of bruised elbow and knee.
Dear Wal-Mart.
You suck.
And not in the good way.
But for 2 lbs of Hershey's truffle kisses at $1.15/bag, you're sorta forgiven.
Grumpy in Aisle 5
