My life as Trick
I guess we all have them.
Thoughts that just creep into your head that remind you
that you are all too human, and only 1 really, REALLY bad
day away from becoming the next serial killer.
My day is shaping up that way.
It's COLD down here...and was picnic weather less than 7
days ago, so I didn't bother rolling out of bed to go
I overslept, but managed to get ready in 15 minutes or less.
Of course, the pants I'm wearing aren't exactly "out-of-the-
dryer" clean, but they make Febreze for slobs like me
I left for work 5 minutes earlier than normal. I had been
getting to work just on time, or just a minute (or two)
And got behind the slowest driver on the face of the earth.
Now, I'm not the most emotionally-stable person when I
drive. And my road-rage was in full swing this morning. I
manage to get to work at 8:00:59. Just in time for the slow-
ass Ford pickup from 1972 to pull in front of me in the
parking lot. And, from the looks of things, the occupants
of said slow-ass vehicle were in no hurry to get to work.
Or to let anyone else get there either.
"I can just hit them."
"I have insurance."
What the Hell? Have ai become so dependant on the morning
rush of exercise that I'd ram my car into someone if they
were driving too slow?
If this what I'm becoming?
Maybe I should switch to decaf aerobics.