A new class of “speak and spell” drivers
Times have changed. For the better, in large part. Bus seats are padded with a sort of corduroy that keeps me from sliding out into the aisle when we corner too quickly. Grocery carts are just deep enough that my load of groceries doesn’t (slide out in the aisle when I corner too quickly). Everybody has wifi, and they’ve turned on security. OK, that’s not the best thing for those who need to surf for free, but at least wifi doesn’t require decoding chalk marks on the sidewalk.
On the other hand, there’s a new class of idiot drivers who feel they can speak and spell while in control of a two ton moving mass. Scary stuff, for the rest of us. For the idiot, it probably translates as “scrry sftif”, on a good day.
I’ve learned that my two cup Thermos is just right for a day in a cubicle. Any less, I’d be edgy. Any more, I’d be edgier, and there would be a blazed trail to the “other” cubicle at the end of the hall. In our building, the boys’ room has church windows (it’s a long story), which tends to keep one on target. In case there’s a sermon system, or something.
Made it out to purchase the pool plug (a styrofoam mass that retails for $4.12) and a sheet of emery cloth. Remember that stuff? The only thing you needed to keep the kitchen range top glistening in the afternoon sun. The age of steel. Don’t try maintaining white enamel or Corning glass with the fine grit.
