Is it your RIGHT?

I am a commuter and each day I drive approximately 50 miles to work round trip. I am faced with an array of morons, yahoos and just plain idiots on the roads and highways of the eastern seaboard. This morning it occurred to me that one of the worst laws that was ever passed was the right on red law or RTOR. It absolutely irritates me when I am in the right lane, approaching a green light and some clueless, moron comes darting into my lane because the law permits him to turn right on red. Do they not know the official law is " Right turn on red (RTOR) is a principle of law permitting vehicles at a traffic light showing a red signal to turn right (almost always after a complete stop) when the way is clear"? These selfish idiots feel it is their RIGHT to come speeding into my right of way. Oh, and I just love when I am sitting at a red light, waiting to make a right turn and the sign says ""No Right On Red" and the impatient fool behind me is sitting on his honker. Hold on there, cowboy!!! We all have rights and this is not yours!Uffa!

Got Milk?

I stopped on my way home from work to pick up some milk. Now being single I usually do not buy a whole gallon, but I figured with the weekend coming and the extended expiration date, what the heck!
This market I go to encourages its patrons to bring their own bags, but I forgot mine in the car. Without boring you with too many details, it was quite a spectacle in my garage - computer bag, duffle bag, purse and two flimsy paper shopping bags with paper handles all hanging from various body parts. Needless to say, something just HAD to fall off of me and of course it was the bag with the milk - SPLAT!
First I thought just the top had opened, but NO, a huge crack down the side had emerged. I thought I could carry it up the three flights of stairs and make it up the elevator to my 5th floor apartment. Upon arrival I think it would have been a pint of milk and all the cats in the building would have formed a conga line to my apartment. I decided to toss the sorry gallon in the trash can in the garage.
Lessons learned - Stick to the half gallon, remember the canvas shopping bags next time and yes, it is OK to cry over spilt milk. Uffa!

Pool Protocol

I turned over a new leaf this Fall, joined a water aerobics class. Great timing, as the temps get nice and frigid. Last night I hauled myself out into the arctic air and discovered that class had been canceled. Apparently the instructor had "something to do" and canceled the class. I missed the last two classes because of a business trip so I wouldn't have heard the announcement. However, I recall on the first night of class, filling out a sheet with my name, phone number and e-mail address. Why did I do that? What purpose does this serve? Will she start forwarding me e-mail jokes and store coupons? What did it take for her to send out a reminder to everyone? We are all busy these days and a kind reminder would have been appreciated.Have people forgotten how to be courteous? If I had her e-mail address I would send her a message and remind her how! Uffa!

Gifts! And I Keep On Giving!

Today I received an e-mail from our PA office. Someone there is taking up a collection for a housewarming gift for someone in our CO office. Are you serious? This is a new one for me! Housewarming gift? And in another office? What do I get out of this? No cocktail! No pigs in the blanket! It made me start thinking about all the bridal shower gifts, all the baby gifts, wedding gifts I have doled out throughout the years. I am 45, single and there are no pitter pattering of feet running around my studio apartment! Ya, know, I could use some nice china or a lime green Kitchenaid mixer! For my 50th birthday I have decided to throw myself a big bash and register at Pottery Barn, William Sonoma and Taboo Toys! It is about time I start collecting what is due to me.That housewarming gift? I think I will pass! I just changed cubicles in the office - maybe someone should send me a gift! Uffa!