Small Town Adventures

[beachlass]

Today was an excellent small town day. Took the dog for a walk on the beach; and was all scandalized because there were so many people on the beach. People, walking in the warm October sunshine, on the beach. Imagine the nerve. I almost got back in the car, and drove to one of the beach access points south of town. And then I counted the other people. There were eight. God I love living on the lake in the fall, when eight people (on, like a kilometre stretch) seems completely unreasonable. So I coped.

And the teenagers and I actually went into the other variety store on the south end of town (you know us small town folks, we just go to the same variety store that our parents go to, and it neer occurs to us to go to another one.) But the other one... it has samosas! And butter chicken! And a whole selection of weird ass movies. (We took Tokyo Drift, and The Specials.)

So then, back home for an evening of hanging out, watching movies with the young ones (when the boys weren't playing Naruto on XBox). Lots to be thankful for, methinks. (including all the lovely lj people I've finally worked up the nerve to actually talk to.)

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I forgot the unlovely moment, after I drove the teenage boy home, it was late enough that the bars had emptied, and two drunk idiots ran out in front of my car on the main street. Is that a Darwinian culling the gene pool kinda' thing?

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[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Come to think of it, I've had some crappy driving experiences lately. Last week, coming home from the city, I came over a rise, and there was a line of oncoming traffic, and some fucking idiot trying to pass without enough room. I hit the brakes, to give him (insert gender stereotype here) more space/time to get back into his own damn lane; kept an eye on my mirrors, 'cause I had a pickup with a trailer right behind me... and to my utter fucking astonishment, the asshole who was driving in my lane kept going, and pulled onto my gravel shoulder, so that I (and the pickup behind me) were passed by traffic on either side. It was completely surreal... I almost pulled over in the next town to flag the guy behind me and ask whether I had hallucinated the whole thing, (or if there was something else I should have done... but options, they were limited.)

[eshala.livejournal.com]

Subject: Road Stories
Yikes.
So - I am super glad that you had a lovely day with the teenagers... and and and SAMOSAS!!!! Man, what kind of small town do you live in anyway... I am just not sure what to do with this information... The food of my people... being available in a little beach town... Hmmmmmm.

The boy-in-the-middle-of-the-street thing is certainly darwinian. In a let's make them all wear tighty-whities, but not tell them it lowers their sperm count kinda way.

*hugs* to you...

(and excellent lead in story about the paper-prOn chains, by the way.... You rock. Really. You do.)