Every day I wonder, as I am driving through Woodburn, what possesses people to walk across busy highways? Especially in the rain, and at dusk. Seems like every day, I have to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting someone that runs out into the middle of traffic and expects you to stop. So, here I am, looking out the window at work while on the phone with a customer, and sure enough, some idiot runs out into the middle of traffic. Tires squeal, cars swerve, all so some renob doesn't have to walk 200 feet to the crosswalk. Literally, our building sits on an intersection. Why? Why? Why? This is not Mexico. This is not Jamaica. This is not India. We don't stop just cause you don't want to go to the crosswalk. Jeesh.
Sorry for the renob comment. I really am trying to work on my hideously bad language. How can I look so sweet and innocent and talk like a sailor you ask? I really do not honestly know. My parents don't exactly have the cleanest mouths, my husband used to be a trucker, and I have a friend that drops the f* bomb like it's going out of style. I really am getting better. At least I can control myself in public, and around those that do not swear. Phew. Horribly dirty habit. Better start chewing orbit gum, instead of extra. And if none of you got that, you really should watch more commercials. My favorite orbit commercial is the one about the lady who accused her husband of cheating, and she runs into his office carrying a box filled with car parts, or bits and pieces of something of his, and she is screaming at him like she is cussing, but she is using silly words. So, something along the lines of "how can you cheat on me you fuzzy bunny with this two bit cootie queen?" And the other girl says, in a highly exagerated (so spelled wrong) southern accent, "Who you calling a cootie queen, you lint licker?" Makes me laugh hysterical every time. I have to stop it, and flip it back on my dvr to watch it three times. I really am just five on the inside. It's amazing what stupidity people can find funny. Don't hate me for my oddities. Love them.
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