Good morning Leaky. And potential good morning to the rest; Milton, Susan, et Al. More than a horn, perhaps there should be a Civil Defense siren that is activated whem Burl drives. He’s still a CD Block Captain, isn’t he?
True story; speaking of horns. I live several blocks from a “Senior Living” center that is populated mostly by old women. Most of the old men are long dead—and some probably glad of it. When I am at the local Kroger, sometimes they are there as well. They cruise through the parking lot in their 2004 Town Car, looking neither left nor right, fully three inches from the steering wheel, wearing their wraparound sunglasses they got after their cataract surgery and leaning on the horn. Above that noise, sometimes you can make out the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance #3.” They will not slow to accommodate anything or anyone, child, pregnant women, or even each other. They believe that parking lines are general guidelines for others, certainly not for them, so the TC gets parked wherever they choose to stop, blocking traffic or not, and the motorized carts are to be driven precisely down the center of the aisles. And God forbid that you should ever, ever say anything to them like, “Excuse me.” After all, she is rich as God because Elmer had the good fortune to spend ten years in Saudi Arabia with some oil company or other. Her kids went to Le Rosey and they vacationed in Rome, don’t you know. Otherwise, she’d be a retired secretary in Odessa where she was born.
As you can perhaps discern, I don’t have a lot of liking for this affluent oilfield trash.
Whew! I sure feel better. I think I’ll start honking my horn at them.
Good morning Leaky. And potential good morning to the rest; Milton, Susan, et Al. More than a horn, perhaps there should be a Civil Defense siren that is activated whem Burl drives. He’s still a CD Block Captain, isn’t he?
True story; speaking of horns. I live several blocks from a “Senior Living” center that is populated mostly by old women. Most of the old men are long dead—and some probably glad of it. When I am at the local Kroger, sometimes they are there as well. They cruise through the parking lot in their 2004 Town Car, looking neither left nor right, fully three inches from the steering wheel, wearing their wraparound sunglasses they got after their cataract surgery and leaning on the horn. Above that noise, sometimes you can make out the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance #3.” They will not slow to accommodate anything or anyone, child, pregnant women, or even each other. They believe that parking lines are general guidelines for others, certainly not for them, so the TC gets parked wherever they choose to stop, blocking traffic or not, and the motorized carts are to be driven precisely down the center of the aisles. And God forbid that you should ever, ever say anything to them like, “Excuse me.” After all, she is rich as God because Elmer had the good fortune to spend ten years in Saudi Arabia with some oil company or other. Her kids went to Le Rosey and they vacationed in Rome, don’t you know. Otherwise, she’d be a retired secretary in Odessa where she was born.
As you can perhaps discern, I don’t have a lot of liking for this affluent oilfield trash.
Whew! I sure feel better. I think I’ll start honking my horn at them.