I’m still not used to this whole commuting to work thing. It’s not that I can’t handle it or am complaining about the fact that I’m not as close to work as I used to be. The time it takes is more time I get to listen to my iPod. Oh wait, did I just say that? I meant to listen to the air signals of both stations to ensure that our broadcast quality is acceptable, with the occasional eavesdropping on my old college radio station. Yeah, that’s what I meant to say.
My only problem with driving to work is the the rest of the people on the road. Life would be so much better without half to all of them being there. Granted that there are a few intelligent people in the world, myself on the top of said list, there is just something about morning traffic that brings out the most inept.
Merging onto the interstate while on your cell phone, not a good idea. Blueberry muffin in hand while the other is driving and shifting, I don’t think so. Smoking a cigarette and talking on your cell phone while driving a stick shift, do I need to say more? If I’m driving along and singing to myself, don’t look at me funny from the left lane. Look at the road in front you, dumb ass.