I traveled at a breakneck pace on the highway, only to have a ridiculously busy (and sweaty) day at work. I realized just how much I cannot tolerate incompetence, especially among people who are supposed to be “superior” to you because of age, or experience, or seniority.
I learned that helpful, personalized attention provided to guests results in fat tips. Ka-ching! One lady gave me a big tip with the suggestion that I go out and buy some beers with it. I told her I’d consider it when I turn 21 in a few months. She looked slightly taken aback.
I didn’t finish up at work until 10:45, almost two hours later than the usual end of my shift. On the way home there was a detour at the end of Herald Street; I had to follow Albany Street to get onto 93 South. It was kind of a mess; I had to go all the way to the South Bay Center entrance ramp. There was a giant Explorer from New York in the opposite lane whose driver had no idea where to go.
I saw this windshield decal on TV today. I want one. I completely agree with the cause; slow drivers in the passing lane just screw everyone up, slow everyone down, and make it more likely that some bozo is going to cut off the driver in the next lane to get around the slowpokes, then dart back around more traffic to get ahead of the slowpokes in the passing lane. The world would be a better place if people just drove in the right-hand travel lanes, and used the left lane only for passing. That way, everyone would be driving at their own pace, with no troubles. Beautiful, simply beautiful.
