My first indication of today’s driving indiscretions should have been watching a shithead speed up while driving past me and blow straight through a hard red light on Moreland just so he/she could make the changing lights at Memorial and then Arkwright.
Not more than five minutes later I thought the M6 was done for as I watched the shithead traveling in the opposite direction from me start to stray into my lane. I was slow on the horn because I was (incorrectly) certain that he/she would right his/her course. Fortunately he/she did not stray far enough to make contact. Unfortunately I had also violated the “Always leave yourself an out.” rule I learned in driver’s education thirty-five years ago and would have been in a bad accident had things progressed further.
Not more than five minutes later I watched another shithead make an ill-advised right turn on red and nearly get t-boned by the driver who was legally making his/her way through the intersection on green. At least this time I had an out if I needed it.
Needless to say it was a stressful ten minutes, that was followed by another stressful twentyish minutes of driving around the crowded Connector and then up an equally-crowded 400. I dare say that I am almost glad to be sitting in the office now.
If Only I Had Worked Later On Monday?
During my drive to Colony Square last night, stuck waiting for the light at Lake Hearn and Peachtree-Dunwoody I saw them — hash marks. While not unusual to see hash marks in Atlanta, I think I’ve seen the remnants of three trails recently, these looked incredibly fresh. At first I thought that it was Monday night, but then remembering that I was driving to my German class I and recalled that it was Tuesday. Sitting at the light I looked up the start for the Two-For-Tuesday hash, only to see that it was starting near East Atlanta in the Edgewood Retail District’s parking lot, so this trail certainly was not laid (lain?) for that. And then I checked the start for Monday night’s Moonlight hash — BINGO! (foreshadowing) Wait a minute, according to the address of the start (if correct) the hash started in the parking lot of my office building? DANGEN! It doesn’t get any more convenient that that, and I missed it. DUPPEL DANGEN!
Shit, I just remembered that today is the Black Sheep Hash Founders Day. I wanted to do the hash tonight, but need to do laundry (I will reveal why tomorrow) and have not packed any hash clothes. Oh well.
It’s Your Throw, Mr. President
Apparently President Obama took some time out of his busy Atlanta schedule yesterday to stop by Manuel’s Tavern (pity, they took away the photo of the woman I used to know…). How cool (depending on your political bent) would it be to be sitting in Atlanta’s bastion of Democratic thinking and have a Democratic President come in? There are photos of the President throwing darts in Manuel’s, and to no surprise he throws left handed. (Get it? He’s a Democrat. A lefty. Oh, never mind.) I guess he wanted to visit the old joint before they fuck it all up by constructing a mixed-use development around it net year.
Lavanderia Y ???
It’s lavanderia noche (Washsalon Abend) and I have no idea where I will eat afterward. I only hope that my drive to the laundromat is far less stressful than the one I experienced this morning.