A guidance councilor from a school I taught at once told me, "there are two types of drivers our there in life: morons and idiots." Morons are those people that speed past us, and idiots are those that drive slower than us. This is because the world revolves around us.
So why bring this up? Just that this moron this morning almost caused a major accident with me as the costar. Anyhow, en route to work this morning, we were on the slow lane doing 60 km/h and on the far lane (the 3rd one from us) has a car turning into the middle lane, suddenly out of no where a camry speeds right in the middle swirving as it went past the outter lane care and my car. As he was swirving and trying to cut me off, a truck with the brake lights on stops right in front of the middle lane casing the moron to quickly hit the brakes while swirving into my lane. All this happend in like 3 seconds or so. *HONK HOOOOOOOOOOONK* "DAMN MORON!!!!!" *waves fist in air*
I finally reach the station and kindly "stand behind the yellow line." As the train pulls to a gentle halt, the sea of people waiting in front of the doorway part to allow for the passengers to disembark before entering. As the mass of passengers leave the train, the sea of people wait impatiently and wait for the last person to disembark so that the "William Tell Overture" can begin and the magical chairs game can start. Out from the corner of my eye I see a lady, slightly chubby, with hair as dry as Harper's promises, tries to swim upstream into the train to bypass the rest of the sea. In her silly attempt, she was knocked back and sent back to the Ocean. As the last person leaves the doorway, you can hear the sound of *BANG* and "Off we go". The sea of people charge in the door with "William Tell" playing in the background as people rush in, quickly look left, then right 'AH-HA' they exclaim as they proceed to charge at their desired seat. The seats are littered with Metro News talking about some budget issue "BAH". Some people pick up the paper to read. The litter of Metro have just found a new home, the wonderful lucious salted floor. People just pick up the paper and tuck it neatly under the chair as if someone in the near future might want to read it afterwards. The chimes ring, the doors slowly closes while the voice from the booming PA screams "STOP LEANING ON THE DOOR!!!" The doors finaly close and off in the distance William Tell says "see you in 20 minutes."
