I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.
This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and gave the woman the finger.
"Man, that guy is stupid," I thought to myself.
I always smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:
I drive 48 miles each way every day to work.
That's 96 miles each day.
Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.
Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.
There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.
That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.
Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.
That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day.
Statistically, females drive half of these.
That's 18,000 women drivers!
In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS. That's 642.
According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding. That's 449.
And 34% describe men as their biggest problem. That's 33.
According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide. That's 98.
According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.
That means that everly single day, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.
Love is the same as it's always been. It's us that's different.
And it's not necessarily a bad thing. I don't know if the good ol' days were really all that good, or if people were really happier together or not. And neither does anyone else here, unless you're 100 years old.
For every sweet old couple you see holding hands after 60 years of marriage, there's probably 10 who just abide each other, barely.
Instead of moaning about what we don't have, we need to be thankful that we have the choices we do now.Even if we do screw up and make the wrong ones a lot of times, it's our choice.
There was nothing humorous about that. Even if you put 3 rolling icons, it wouldn't be funny. And I never claimed to be smart. That's just your demented brain putting words in my mouth again. And you don't have to take anything I say with humor ever again, cause you couldn't take a joke if your life depended on it, so when I say something to you now it's in all seriousness.
Whether I report you or not is my business, not yours. You'll find about me if you care to take note, that I don't threaten, I just do.
Who yanked your chain anyways. Getting just a leeeeetle sick of your pissassy comments. You know nothing about me, cept what you've made up in your own demented brain.
Being mentally challenged is no excuse for being nasty!
RE: ?
Even better. Get to sit back and relax while you're doing it.Never did really understand the reasoning of constant throwing and reeling, leave the lure in the water, something will bite!