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Crazy Inconsiderate People 9:13 a.m. 2005-03-15 I was driving my car over Hwy 17 yesterday morning, and I pulled into the slow lane to let some of the faster commuters go by. A mile ahead of me, wouldn't you know there is a slow moving truck. I turn on my blinker as I look onto the fast lane; it's clear, but wouldn't you know the white BMW a-hole driver that is down the road actually speeds up and tries to attempt to not let me change lanes. Why in the hell do people do that?! Excuse me, but the highway is not a race track! Why can't people use common courtesy on the road? I mean, honestly; if I was not in a car, and if I were walking down a street with my two children in tow, would you run up from behind me so I couldn't change my path?! I did not use the finger to the idiot in the white BMW. I flung up my hand and told him to backoff. He stayed behind me and kept his distance. He passed me at the main exit and I didn't even bother to look at the jerk, but I'm guessing he must have been some attorney on his way to Court. In fact, I think I even know who the dum dum was. If he had his front plates I could have easily reported his -ss. Don't play games with me buddy. Remember I have got some real high class equipment in this here baby bag. As for the nosey neighborhood busy body on my mother's block, I have seen her a few times since the "staring incident". Yes, she still gives me that evil stare, but she doesn't stop anymore in the middle of the road. The last time I saw her she was looking inside the recycle bins of her neighbors across the street. Strange cookie. Please God, when I get older, don't let me become the next neighborhood busy body! I hope I won't resort to looking into the garbage of my fellow neighbors or give out evil stares to passers by. Don't let people think I'm a strange old woman who has nothing better to do. Please let me have a hobby of some type; whether it be knitting socks or bird watching..not the neighborhood busy body--anything but that!! What was the name of the noisy neighbor on Bewitched? I forget her name. Mrs. Kratz? Was that her name? Let me be more like the little old lady wearing the sun hat pruning her roses instead. Each rose bush would have a name, and I will talk to each one of them. Let me be that crazy old lady--not the one looking through the garbage or hiding behind the curtain. Thank you God. Coelha@aol.com
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