Strange Things I See On The Way To Work...
When I was a kid, from time to time while riding in the car my Dad would spot a pheasant running thru the fields that surrounded our tiny tiny little village. The place I grew up was quite rural when we moved there, now it's all ghastly creeping suburbia. Being grossly myopic and a bit slow on the uptake (usually riding in the car also meant reading a book) - I almost never spotted them.
Imagine my surprise to see one laying in the median strip in the middle of a busy highway! I couldn't believe it!
I was right. I shouldn't believe it. It wasn't a pheasant. It was a pheasant carcass. Actually, it wasn't even a pheasant carcass. It was a STUFFED pheasant carcass. No, no - not something from the RoadKill Diner. Plush instead of feathers - 3-toed flappers instead of feet... a child's stuffed plushie pheasant. In the median. Of the road. Dead. Killed to death by a car perhaps. The flappers were the giveaway. Before I saw them, I still thought it might be a real pheasant under the grass clippings.
The grand prix
It was a dull shade of Silver - or maybe it just seemed dull because of the overcast sky. All the cars seemed non-shiney today. Came hurtling out of the backfield to a rocking & bouncing stop at the traffic light in the left-turn lane. Rocking so violently that a woman in a car nearby was heard to shout "You need to slow DOWN!!"
That's when I noticed his Chicago Bears-style vanity license plate "DMB41"
Yup. Dumb41 - the Grand Prick. Needs to slow DOWN. *snicker*
The Zebra Car
There is a Zebra Car out on the side of the road at a dealer on Grand Avenue. I want one. They are too farking cute for words. They even have Zap pickup trucks, which look kind of silly - but the little zebra car is too much! Bit pricey, and I don't think I'd use it except to/from work in the summertime, since it can only get up to 25 miles per charge, so I'd not be able to go any further than that - but DAMN it's cute. With gas over $3.10 a gallon again, I bet it would be cheaper than my neon too - even if the neon DOES get over 36 mph highway.
***Note to Amanda: I'd love to hear from you, but I'm not home as much as before. If you e-mail me your address and phone number (sewmouse (at) gmail (dot) com), I'll give you more contact info. Love you too, Sweetie!***