It was a day rife with bumper riders – the texting soccer mom with the hot pink jelly iPhone case, the very old woman who could barely see over the dash and had SLOW braking reflexes (I pulled off in a parking lot so she could rear end someone else…sheeesh), the huge muscle bound man-mountain stuffed in a Sunfire barreling his way through life, the punk reservist who doesn’t have a clue he can die or kill someone by swooping, speeding and bumper riding, and the various others who can’t control themselves.
Then to be subjected to a cheesy MLM-like salesman routine. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was at an Amway meeting or working with a used car salesmen complete with the cliched ‘close the deal’ phrases. I was told it wouldn’t be like that.
Ideally, I would like to own my own island…if not that, then some land with a house and a horse. Maybe I should become a crazed hermit and live in a missle silo. lol