Why so Horny?

The other night on my way to water aerobics I stopped off for some things; one of them milk (only half gallon!). It is a very busy parking lot; my car was snuggled between two massive SUVs. As I eased my little mid-size out some old geezer sat on his horn as he zoomed behind me, almost taking off my already jacked up rear end. Now I know the reflexes get a little slow as you age, but do the common courtesies have to go too? The car behind him stopped and let me out. Thank you kind stranger!
Then again, today, I was getting on a parkway with three merges; two, including mine, had a Yield sign. After I obeyed my yield, this nut job, with the other Yield (he ignored it), comes riding up my bumper with his horn blaring like it was mating season in the auto world. What is wrong with people? What is all this aggression? Horns were created to avoid accidents; not to let people know you are in the world.
As I exited the parking lot the other night, I followed the old dude out; we were heading in the same direction. He slowed down to make a left turn and I eased past on his right. I couldn’t resist giving him a loud blast of my horn as I went by, letting him know I knew he was in the world.
Uffa!

Blow Me!!!

Today I am working from home and it is finally a beautiful Fall day; windows are ajar, a nice Fall breeze is coming in and the leaves are blowing around. Unfortunately it was very short lived as I just had to shut all the windows because of the disruptive sound of the dreaded leaf blower. Not only am I cringing from the sound, but I am choking from the smell emanating out of it. I have to believe this is one of the worst inventions since the spray on hair in a can or the singing fish mounted on a board!I was up in Maine two weekends ago trying to relax at my cousin's house and her neighbor took out his blower every time a leaf dropped on his pavement or lawn. My quiet weekend turned into a stress filled event marred with intermittent blasts from his blower. Does something happen to a man when he straps that thing on? Each morning when I drive to work, I cut through the suburbs to avoid the traffic of the highways. Lately I am encountering every form of man along the way, with one of those contraptions strapped on their backs. They travel in pairs and seem to think that having one of "those" gives them certain liberties. My morning drive has become quite hazardous, a virtual obstacle course. They dart out into the road, toss around leaves and rocks onto my car and basically cause traffic (which I was avoiding in the first place). Have we become so lazy that we can't rake the leaves anymore; we have to blow them into place? Fall is usually my favorite time of year; the crisp, cool temps and the changing leaves. But I must say I can't wait for these he-men to put their leaf blowers away for the season. Unfortunately, I am sure these same neanderthals are just waiting for the first flake to fall so they can bring out the SNOW blower!Uffa!