Monday, January 4, 2010

Idoits!


I feel that before people are allowed in parking lots, there should be some sort of crash course for them to complete.

Whenever I go somewhere, anywhere, there is always that one person (sometimes more than one) that thinks they’re in some sort high speed obstacle course.  Why do you think it’s your best idea to zoom through the parking lot, and then blast your horn at me for being a cautious driver? I mean honestly, you're already at Wal-mart, where else do you have to be? Just who do you think you are?

I also hate when you have a really good spot and five cars are waiting behind you to take said spot. They almost never give you enough room to back up. It’s almost as if they think that they’ll lose the spot if they decide to be a decent human being.
My approach to these incredibly rude drivers is to just sit in my car and wait for them to realize that I’m not leaving until they either leave or give me more space.  Really, if they knew my driving history, they wouldn’t want to be behind me when I’m backing up. I have horrible depth perception and with my awesome luck, I’d hit them. If I was positive that it wouldn’t cause damage to my car, I probably would just hit them, it’d serve them right for being jerks.

Parents that let their children run in parking lots are completely ridiculous. I’m not really a fan of those monkey leashes, but I feel that if parents and children can’t understand the dangers of parking lots that they should be mandated.
On the flip side, people that walk in the middle of the lane, completely oblivious to the cars trying to find spots are almost more annoying than unleashed children. I always feel like I’m a scene right out of Jaws when I’m creeping behind these people and they don’t increase their pace. I have no idea how they are so unaware of their surroundings.

Right?

Saturday, January 2, 2010

This is it.

I finally joined the blogging world! Hello to anyone who has stumbled across this blog, hopefully, if there is anyone out there reading this, you stick with me while I get my blog bearings.

I don't really even know where to start, I wish I had something fun to talk about, like a crummy job, or a really cute child, or a pet that does fun tricks. Unfortunately, I really like my job, I don't have any children, and sadly, even if my apartment didn't charge an arm and a leg to house animals, I'm not really a fan of dogs or cats or the typical animals that people put on their coffee mugs or those ridiculous calendars.
I'm just a twenty-two year old ginger living in Oshkosh, Wisconsin.  And now, I have a blog.