fine whine

Spring means rain. Rain means dreary mornings. Dreary mornings mean I don't want to crawl out of bed. Staying up late for no good reason means I really don't want to crawl out of bed (Allow me to point you to a relatively relevant Sinfest strip).

I think I have the insomniac version of a deathwish. I'm not actually an insomniac, but I seem to really want to be one.

Anyway, this morning as I was braving the morning rush along Northwest Boulevard (through Grandview) I was beset on all sides by moron drivers. This I am pretty much accustomed to by now, having honed my driving skillz on the shores of Lake Michigan (Chicago for the geographically uninclined) and also making sure to keep in mind the most useful driving advice ever passed to me second-hand from India:

Always assume that the other drivers are blind.

If ever I drive in India, I'll have to check that one out. Anyway, the moron in front of me this morning veered over from the left lane to mine and slowed down right in front of me, as if suddenly struck by the need to street-park. I immediately realized it had something to do with the oncoming ambulance (which I had seen long before) but what I knew and this guy didn't quite understand is that Northwest Boulevard is a boulevard and as such has a big strip of grass with curbs between the two sides of traffic. There was no traffic in either lane on the either side, so I can't imagine that the paramedics would hop the curbs and speed over to our side, but I guess my pal with the parked Focus didn't quite grasp that. So it was an admirable effort, pulling over like he was supposed to, but really, really dumb. And it slowed me down.