Funmurphys: the Blog

All's Well

I've been busy, and had a hiccup with the site, so I haven't posted in a week. And per usual, my hits have gone up when I don't post. But as I'm all about giving my readers what they don't want, here's a post. Although considering how misinformed you are if you read the first draft of history, perhaps I should simply post with a weeks delay. Not that there's anything wrong with Delay, but I don't want to give the impression that I'm covering anything up.

Few things get me steamed like other drivers, and today was worse than usual. I had to pick up my son from school so we could go see my daughter's water polo game, and meetup with my wife along the way. Normally not a problem, but it rained today, and rain seems to suck the ability out of drivers. When my son reported that I'd yelled at four other drivers on the way, my thought was "is that all?", but I said out loud "they all deserved it" -- which they did. The truck that decided that he was in the wrong lane and just moved over forcing me to change lanes; the pickup that made a right turn without slowing at a red light in front of me deserved both the yelling and the horn blowing; the people who stopped in a middle of a right turn because the cars going straight were splashing water on their cars (yes, I said people because about 3 people in front of me did that exact same thing and no, I didn't stop when I made my turn and my car got splashed with water because I actually know how to drive a car); the car with headlights off coming at me over the centerline and into my lane all deserved to be yelled at and worse, but all they got was the yelling. Needless to say, yet still spoken, I didn't get yelled at once all night. Not even by my teenage daughter.