The phone just rang and I answered it. It was from the "USA Discount Something-or-Other", and it wasn't for me; but the small screen on my phone told me that I was getting a call from the "USA Disco". I'm kind of disappointed, because the caller ID had gotten my hopes up, but now my groove thing remains unshaken.
On my commute in to work this morning, I had to deal with a long stretch of stop-and-go traffic on route 295. Eventually, I found out what the problem was.
A couple of people had what appeared to be a minor fender-bender. In fact, to my casual glance as I passed by, there did not seem to be any visible damage to either car at all. Nor was anyone hurt, since the drivers (and passengers) of both cars were standing around talking to each other and to the police.
In the middle of the road.
Not only did the original morons who bumped bumpers stop where they were in the middle of the road, rather than pull off to the side, but the policeman who stopped to make a report parked alongside them, blocking another lane, while they stood around yammering, perfectly healthy and unharmed. Leaving a grand total of one lane remaining for the rest of us.
I think that I would actually have a good chance of winning a fight against that velociraptor, because (as I pointed out to
EDIT: And I think the reason why I outlasted him and