Every weekday morning, I drive about twenty miles to work. Down I-405, the across I-90. Then back the same way in the evening. As you can imagine, I see a lot of bad drivers. Last night, I saw a guy watching TV in his Mercedes S600. While he was driving in rush hour traffic. That’s pretty bad, but the ones who really piss me off are the people who force their Hummer into the Civic-sized space between my car and the car in front of me. Somehow the worst drivers always get away with their obnoxious behavior. But this morning, for the very first time since I’ve been driving this route, I saw one of those guys get his due.
I was driving along in the middle lane on 405 in Kirkland, minding my own business. Traffic was moving at about 10 mph. It was pretty much bumper to bumper. All of a sudden, I saw a red SUV barreling my direction at about 30 mph. In one motion, he crossed four lanes. The guy to the right of me had to slam on his brakes to avoid hitting the moron. What an asshole. I was resigned to seeing yet another aggressive jerk get away with his behavior.
But not this time. A few seconds after the SUV got to the right lane, I saw flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. I’ve never been so happy to see a police car behind me. He moved over to the right and stopped the red SUV. I saw the driver, and he looked pissed, but he was still talking on his cell phone. It was nice to see someone get called on driving like a jerk for once. I’m not holding my breath waiting for it to happen again, though.
Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve written here. If anyone is still reading, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I would promise to never let it happen again, but both you and I know that would be a lie.
To get you caught up, here is a list of miscellaneous items from the past few weeks. They are presented in no particular order.
I enjoyed seeing James’s antlers picture, and hearing Jenna talk about it on Craig Ferguson’s show last night. It’s all so familiar to me. You see, my wonderful wife loves dressing things up. Especially our cat Harvey. Harvey has learned to expect being dressed up, but sometimes it takes a bit of convincing. In the photo below, Becky was having a little discussion with Harvey about whether he’d wear a Santa outfit for a photo. Harvey said “no,” Becky said “yes.”
Yes, 42. 42 degrees, that is. 42 was the temperature inside of our house at 4:30 PM today. But I’m getting ahead of myself — that was just the end of an adventure that started last Thursday.
It isn’t the Christmas music on the radio, nor the catalogs jamming our mailbox nor even the chaos at work that makes this season feel like Christmas. No, it’s our Christmas tree that makes things official to me. As of Saturday, our Christmas season is officially under way.