Leadfoot meets pussyfoot

I’m getting spoiled by my new route home from work — it flows pretty well and gets me home in, like, 40-45 minutes. And I’m getting pretty spoiled by actually hitting the GAS PEDAL when I am driving!

So imagine my chagrin when I got behind a, well, pussy during my drive home yesterday. I know the road is long and winding and just plain dangerous, but let me give you a little hint. Speed limits? Are a RECOMMENDATION. Like when you go to a restaurant and you’re told that the special is the cheese-smothered chicken. While it’s courteous to be given a suggestion, that doesn’t mean that you can’t order steak or, in this case, DRIVE ABOVE 20 MPH in a 30!!! Sheesh. And the problem is that it’s a two-horse town two-lane highway and it’s impossible to go around.

Me: Leadfoot. Him: Pussyfoot.

And, for the record, I whip around those corners at 55 mph. If ever I don’t blog for awhile, go out to the woods and start poking through the trees, mmmkay?

And I’ve found that people really don’t care that you’re riding their ass … done mostly out of anger but also partly because I had a chain of fools up my ass, too.

Oh, and I have one more bitch to pitch. I decided to drive through a Taco Hell before starting my odyssey last night, and I realized I’ve been doing way too much of that lately. But that’s not the point here. 🙂 The point is that I want to kill the asshole who decided to design fast-food drive-thrus so that once you get in line, you cannot change your mind and run screaming. You pull in, realize you are 80th in line and that your order is probably going to be wrong anyway (which it was. Surprise) and decide to say fuck it, I’ll go somewhere else. HAHAHA — you can’t! You are surrounded by concrete and random patches of grass on both sides. Seriously, it took me longer to get my stupid-ass chalupa than it did for me to take my SATs.

One more highway-related thing: How fucking Pre-10-tious do you have to be to not only be a proud owner-and-operator of a Lexus, but to have “LEXUS” on your vanity plate? I almost got wiped off the GW by one of those vehicles on Thursday (clearly, in addition to not coming with turn signals, they lack rear-/sideview mirrors that work). Freakin’ morons. *sigh*

On iTunes: EBTG, “Single (Brad Wood Memphis Remix)”

2 Responses to Leadfoot meets pussyfoot

  1. Pratt :

    wish you were here getting hammered with me every night in key west.

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