Archive for June, 2010


I was driving back to work yesterday from the Pooler Walmart when I stopped at a red light on US-80. A rusty, white truck filled with 15 guys in their mid-20s made a left turn at the intersection into the direction I was heading.

Seriously, there were guys spewing out of this truck everywhere: in the cab, in the bed of the truck, on the toolboxes in the bed of the truck, on each other’s laps. Well, I don’t know about the lap part, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

The guy sitting on the passenger’s side of the truck dangled out the window and motioned with both of his hands as if he were pushing something down as the truck was turning. And all of the guys were looking in my direction. I didn’t know what was going on. Should I be flattered, scared, offended?

I looked at the car to my left and there were two old, black people sitting in it. And the vehicle to the left of the car was an 18-wheeler. I didn’t know what to think.

As the truck continued to turn, the guys sitting in the bed of the truck all started yelling something and a few made the hand motion of pushing something down too. When the truck finished turning into my lane on the other side of the intersection, it swerved into a BP. The guy who was dangling out the window jumped out of the truck and started hauling ass in my direction. I mean he was really running fast!

I started to get scared so I locked my car door. The guy pushed down the front hood of the car to my left, closing it for them because it was unlatched.

An act of random kindness.

That’s what the hand motions and yelling were all about.

I drove past the truck-o-guys and smiled at them through my laughter.

Savannah Driving Games

So you know those white lines in the road? You know the ones you’re supposed to stop at when approaching a red light. I like to see how close I can stop to those white lines without going past them.

Why am I making a point to write about this? Because there are so many people who don’t know how to make a left-hand turn. What they do know how to do is drive on the wrong side of the road. They take their half of the road out of the middle.

Go ahead and hit me. Do it. I dare you.

But really, learn how to drive properly would you.

And don’t get me started on those who don’t use their turning signals . . .

Please blink and drive responsibly

If we are driving down a road with two lanes going in the same direction and you don’t use your blinker, how am I to know that you want to get into my lane? I don’t. I’m not a mind reader. We have a turning signal in our vehicle for a reason. Please utilize it. I don’t know what you are doing unless you give me fair warning.

Actually, that’s a lie. I’ve been down here in Savannah for long enough to know who the ignorant people are on the road. I am a mind reader.

When we are driving side by side and you start speeding up, I know that you’re going to try and pull the douche bag move of cutting me off without signaling. You do not have my permission. So I speed up. I match your speed or even drive slightly faster than you.

If you unknowingly do something out of pure ignorance that will undoubtedly piss me off—such as cut me off without using your blinker(something you are required to do as a driver)—then I will do something entirely knowing that will hopefully piss you off—such as prevent you from cutting into your desired driving lane. It is a game for me now.

Think smarter, not harder, folks. I’m from New England. My level of douche baggery is greater than yours. Please blink and drive responsibly.

Step 1: Located your turning signal.

Step 2: Turn the switch in whichever direction you need to turn.

Voila! You're signaling to turn. RESULTS MAY VARY.

A little closer to home

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have 3D Design and today was my first class. Here is what I learned:

  • My professor is from Chicago and so is my father.
  • My professor is “around 52-years-old.” My dad’s right there with him.
  • My professor lived and worked in New Hampshire and taught at Keene State College while my sister was still going there.
  • My professor had an exhibit at Bridgewater State College in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I applied there.

My professor makes me feel a little closer to home during this time when I’m feeling super homesick. Nothing is coincidence. That’s just how spirit works.

On another note about home (New Hampshire), my oldest sister told me about this video. Tony and I think it’s absolutely hilarious!