I'm a stinker.

Today was my son's 18 month check-up (I hate the term "well baby visit" and I refuse to use it except to make fun of it). He was perfectly healthy, as usual, but I still hate taking him there. Because of my idiotic HMO, I can't go to the hospital or doctor's office in my own town, I have to go to the next town over. I'm not about to get into a healthcare debate; that's not what this is about (but watch the doc Sicko and you'll understand how I feel). This is just merely set-up. See, depending on traffic, it takes me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to get to the office, and the appiontments usually only take about 20 minutes. Anyway, before I really get on my way, I try to position myself in traffic so I'm not following a slow semi-truck or a loud beat-up jalopy that needs a tune up. I have to look at the same car for up to an hour, so it had better be clean, fast, and small. Or have fun bumper stickers.


[I'd like to say real quick that I don't have road rage. Really, I don't.]


Imagine my chagrin this morning when I got behind a giant, rumbly, dirty pick-up truck that probably gets about 12 miles to the gallon. There were a couple stickers in the back window, so I inched up behind them at a stop light to see what they said. I have a thing for stickers. I like to know everything about everyone around me, and bumper stickers are quite revealing. I'm also compiling a list of stickers I see in public; the good ones and the horrible ones. Stay tuned for that someday. Anyway, this A-hole had two. 1. A picture of a hand gun and the quote: "We don't call 911" 2. Uncle Sam pointing his finger in the classic iconic pose saying: "You are in MY country, learn MY language." Hmmm. They didn't really paint a picture of a peace loving, compassionate person. You know, my peeps. And I didn't really feel like following this moron for the better part of an hour. I saw I only had about 50 feet left of 4 lane traffic before it narrowed to 2, so I decided to piss these losers off. I swerved around them so fast they didn't know what hit them. They had to spend the next 45 staring at my Obama bumper sticker slapped on the back of my hybrid. HA HA HA!! For some reason, I'm thinking they didn't vote the same way I did. Oh, and the speed limit was 55, and I did EXACTLY the speed limit the whole way. >:-)