Saturday, August 15, 2015
Snippits of an overheard conversation while driving to dinner
“Hmm … the on-ramps to I-95 are going to be closed.”
“They are?”
“Didn't you see the sign?”
“What sign?”
“You know, the big, 10′ electronic sign that flashes messages you see in construction zones?”
“Really? I didn't notice.”
“Sigh.”
“You know—”
“Yes, you aren't a trained observer.”
“Exactly.”
“Closed from 10 PM to 7 AM.”
“Doesn't affect me.”
“It could.”
“It's not 10 PM yet.”
“So you just ignore it.”
“Yup.”
“And when you want to get to I-95 and the on-ramps are closed?”
“Then I can't get onto I-95 from Yamato. Then I'll try driving to Congress and I-95, and find that on-ramp closed. So then I'll drive up to Linton, get stuck in horrible traffic because everybody that's trying to get on from Yamato or Congress are heading to Linton to get on. And because I'm stuck in horrible traffic, I'll be late to jury duty. And because I'm late to jury duty, I'll be arrested and slammed into jail. All because I have cable television.”
“Pbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbthpbth.”
