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Digg thisThis week I almost died and I met a girl named Missy from Tennessee
I'll post this just to vent even if no one else will read it.
Over the weekend I went up to Martha's Vineyard with my dad and my brother to check out our house that we rent out during the summer before the next family of renters got there. The day later we were driving back home and the traffic was really really bad on the highway. During the traffic my dad kind of cut off a truck (I wouldn't really call it cutting off since we were going 5 MPH, if that) and the dude got really pissed. I would've gotten pissed too, but I hate trucks and the guy was in the wrong lane anyway.
About ten minutes later the traffic is gone and we're cruising in the fast lane. I look to my right and it's the same truck that we had cut off just a few minutes earlier. Suddenly he starts to shift into our lane, forcing us to move over a little so he doesn't hit us. I thought maybe he was just retarded, but soon the cargo was literally inches from my window and I knew this guy was just being a huge dbag. The only thing to the left of us was some grass and a guard rail, and if this guy had moved a few more inches into us we would've gotten crushed. My dad flew past him and it was some hotshot twenty-something latino guy wearing glasses with his head out the window screaming his head off. I just smiled at him to piss him off even more. I guess the moral of the story is, if you see a truck with Massachusetts plates that say 80945, keep your distance.
Today I went to the DMV to replace my permit that I lost (I lost my entire wallet). Luckily there wasn't any money in it but I have about thirty dollars worth of identification I need to replace. About two hours ago some random chick from Tennessee called my cell phone as a wrong number, her name was Missy and she was really cheery. I told her to have a good night, and I'm telling you all the same.
Over the weekend I went up to Martha's Vineyard with my dad and my brother to check out our house that we rent out during the summer before the next family of renters got there. The day later we were driving back home and the traffic was really really bad on the highway. During the traffic my dad kind of cut off a truck (I wouldn't really call it cutting off since we were going 5 MPH, if that) and the dude got really pissed. I would've gotten pissed too, but I hate trucks and the guy was in the wrong lane anyway.
About ten minutes later the traffic is gone and we're cruising in the fast lane. I look to my right and it's the same truck that we had cut off just a few minutes earlier. Suddenly he starts to shift into our lane, forcing us to move over a little so he doesn't hit us. I thought maybe he was just retarded, but soon the cargo was literally inches from my window and I knew this guy was just being a huge dbag. The only thing to the left of us was some grass and a guard rail, and if this guy had moved a few more inches into us we would've gotten crushed. My dad flew past him and it was some hotshot twenty-something latino guy wearing glasses with his head out the window screaming his head off. I just smiled at him to piss him off even more. I guess the moral of the story is, if you see a truck with Massachusetts plates that say 80945, keep your distance.
Today I went to the DMV to replace my permit that I lost (I lost my entire wallet). Luckily there wasn't any money in it but I have about thirty dollars worth of identification I need to replace. About two hours ago some random chick from Tennessee called my cell phone as a wrong number, her name was Missy and she was really cheery. I told her to have a good night, and I'm telling you all the same.
