Thanks to everyone in the inner city that made my drive home so pleasant last night. LAF, you've got a friend in me. Nothing compares to the way you got my adrenaline flowing with that nifty lane change maneuver right in front of me. Thanks to you, I now have the answer to the mystery of how you lost your tail light.
Thanks to the person at the gas station who parked at the first pump instead of pulling ahead to the other pump. Thanks to you, I got to practice my skills at backing up next to a concrete barrier strategically placed to prevent me from opening my car door if I dare to park close enough to the pump for the hose to reach my car. So, a special thanks to Mr. Concrete Barrier Man, too.
Thanks to the grocery store for placing the slowest clerk I've ever seen at the express lane. Nothing says caring like a store clerk who carefully examines each and every item before running them through the scanner.
Thanks to the woman who waited until the slowest clerk in the world finished checking her groceries before starting to write her check. And, who could forget, thanks for writing it incorrectly the first time so you would have to start all over. Thanks to you, I just found out Jen and Brad may have been cheating on each other, depending on which tabloid you read.
Thanks to the next woman in line who can't count to 15. A special thanks for waiting until the slowest clerk in the world counted out 94 cents before suddenly remembering, "I have six cents in my purse, will that make it easier?" Thanks to you, I found out a UFO washed ashore after the tsunami.
Finally, I'd like to thank NPR. Five minutes of listening to you while driving is always good enough to make me appreciate commercials.
