So today as I'm taking out Prada and I see a snow plow a block down my street (2 full days after we got hit with 12 inches of snow), and I think "yes, our street will be plowed, and we will be able to drive about with ease." Then as I watch the BOT approach...the blade is up, and his window is down (damn near killed me not to say anything i.e. "put your blade down" or something a little more colorful).
What, you ask, was the result of this little drive down my street? Sand. We received a generous sprinkling of sand from the state or city or whomever was responsible for this utter waste of gas and tax money. This may be the answer to one of my long standing questions. Why is it that all Iowan drivers drive with there head placed directly in there colon? Maybe they were forced into it by lack of good driving conditions and any point in time that involves some sort of precipitation. Or maybe the complete lack of good, strike that, competent drivers has caused the snow plow driving men to say, meh, there people suck anyway, why clear roads for them? Which I guess leads us to an actual age old questions; which came first the chicken or the egg?
Trick question - the chicken is the egg.
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Does someone else need a little Verdi (or something a little stronger jack?)? I'm sitting here listening to James Taylor sing Up On The Roof. Can you go up on your roof? Would give new meaning to just chill.
Speaking of saturday do you have your tickets? Or are you going to pick one up on the way home? Drive careful.
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