it is with both smug satisfaction and utter incredulousness that i say to j- all your chidings of "click it or ticket, heidi... click it or ticket!" over the three and half years you primarily occupied my paasenger seat... they were totally in vain.
apparently, as i learned this afternoon, seatbelt laws do not apply to me. thanks to those big fat good ole boys i knew so well in my grammar school years and that have somehow infiltrated government of late, there's been a loophole on the books for years that if you own a pickup truck in georgia (as i so proudly do - hey, it makes me feel like a badass) you are exempt from the state's mandatory "click it or ticket" crusade...
how fucking stupid is that? and it would seem this is reaking(sp?) havok on the state's budget. screw those millions in grants we could have access to. we don't want those fat country fucks having to experience the discomfort of a silly safety device cutting into their beer and cornbread bellies when their taking their F150 out to their rallies. to hell with that.
and as one raised in a north georgia town ending in "-ville" (and thus a hillbilly in my own right) i have every right to speak of my own kind this way... so no name-calling or stereotyping accusations. i grew up with these people. sadly, i know and understand how their minds work. well, understand is a strong word. let's say i know the inner workings, but i don't comprehend them to a point that i am willing to or able to defend them... anyway, off that soapbox and back onto the first one...
i reiterate... how fucking stupid! how could that have been an exemption in the first place? what, accidents don't happen on farms? has anyone noticed that pickup trucks aren't just for farmhands anymore? funny, mine was on a major interstate not 20minutes ago... gees people.
no wonder this country loves the effin' president so much. he's proof that stupid and rich can co-exist.
ugh.
and while i am ranting... sorry i seem to do this a lot lately...
you might recall a post from a year back or documenting my manifesto common courtesy of concert-going. well, let me present a second volume, this time dedicated to theatre-/movie-going:
1. while it should go without saying, shut off your cell phone and your mouth. no really. especially in live theatre. the people around you paid for their seats too. and do you think the actors can't here you?
2. if a house is not sold to the ceiling, and in fact has many many empty seats, don't ever sit directly in front of someone. it's just damn rude.
3. don't clap during scene changes if it isn't a musical. it's just silly.
4. if you can hold your bladder, you should. if you don't need to pee before the show/at intermission, try anyway.
5. as a general rule in life, but particularly when you'll possibly be this intimately close to strangers, do not bathe in your cologne/perfume. if you can smell it, it's gonna give some poor guy a migraine or an asthma attack. your scent should not linger 60 seconds after your absence... especially not if it's a chemical.
i am done bitching now. i promise to think happy thoughts tomorrow.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
so titled by my beloved friend jerry. the not-so-much-a soap opera that is my life as i simultaneously embrace and attempt to avoid genuine adulthood
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