I wanna gripe!

Okey dokey! First and foremost, I have been made aware that people actually READ these thoughts of mine. This means I must put some care into insuring that whatever I publish onto the world wide web is not going to land my fanny in jail. Or, perhaps, cause a friend to decide they would rather not BE a friend. Hmmm...I suppose this means anything the statute of limitations has yet to run out on is off limits. Golly, the things I have to decide!

 

Now for the gripe. I was almost run over today at the MLK/Willow intersection by some color blind idiot in a pick up truck. That light had been green in my direction for a three count when this knothead came cruising on through to make a left turn. Of course, the fact that I was on my motorcycle meant he would have had the right-of-way after a 30 count, if that is what he wanted to do. None the less, it seems as if more and more people are regarding a red light as kind of a suggestion, rather than a directive to halt. Not just people in family vehicles, either. We are talking so-called professional drivers here, too.

 

Let me see, then there was the neighborhood boy that stopped by yesterday while I was working on my car and initiated a conversation with me by using the phrase "I heard a rumor..." - oh, boy! Talk about the wrong set of words to use. I explained to this young lad that life was far too short to for me to waste my time on gossip, and that if all he had to do to amuse himself was go around spreading rumors, that he needed to find someone else to pester other than me. I am not sure if I made much of an impression on this kid. In fact, I will bet I became the basis of some fresh gossip at that moment. Ah, well, life continues. Perhaps one of these days I will move into the desert and not have to listen to neighborhood chatter. Also, not be able to walk four blocks for a gallon of milk, as I need to do before the evening progresses any further.