So my dealings with moronic bay area drivers has prompted me to create a new category for my classifications: ‘Rants’ – hopefully I won’t have to add too many to this category. I’m heading up north 880 towards Milpitas and some chick in an SUV who is RIGHT BESIDE me, just starts coming over into my lane. Doesn’t look or anything, just starts merging. I had to slam on the brakes, and fishtailed for 20 or 30 yards to not get hit. Then, sunday on my way home from church, I’m waiting at a light to turn onto Hillsdale, and there is a large safety zone at thislight – in front of a fire station. It’s marked ‘keep clear’ and you’re not supposed to clog it up during a red light (in case the fire trucks need to get out. So I stop outside the safety zone, and while I’m waiting for the light, some moron pulls out of the line behind me, swoops past everyone (in the turn lane) and then pulls back into my lane in front of me, planted right in the middle of the ‘keep clear’ zone. Morons, all of them.

Now, about my memory. I was on my way to the light rail station, and I thought of something I needed to blog about. So I wrote a little reminder on my hand – the letters ‘F. P.’ Now that I’m at my computer, do you think I have the slightest clue what ‘F. P.’ stands for? Nope. Not a hope. Not a shred of understanding in my puny little brain. *sigh*

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