Driving Me Crazy

During my many dog walks, I have the opportunity to pay close attention to how people drive. Did you know that when turning right, even onto a busy street, you don't have to stop? I did not know that. It must be a new rule because I see too many people doing it that they can't all be bad drivers can they?

Also, pedestrians no longer have the right of way. Did you know that? Especially if it is the morning and people are on their way to work, then forget about a pedestrian at a crosswalk. And, if they are also turning right, then well, see the paragraph above.

And finally, my favourite - we had to made a special rule about driving while distracted and made people wear cordless headsets for their cell phone and had to officially ban people from texting while driving-but everyone forgets we already had a rule; all along we've been told "driving without due care and attention" will get you demerits or even fines.

Oy! It must really suck to be in law enforcement some days.

Dangerous Dating

I was watching a commercial the other day for e-Harmony and it got me thinking - what if both people in a happily married/secure relationship both went on the site to see if they were a match for each other? And what if they weren't? What if they found out based on their profiles that they were a bad match?

Hmm, maybe that will be a movie plot? What do you think?

Butt Cleavage

I didn't realize it at the time, but when we were growing up, we were rather modest. The taunt "I see London, I see France, I see [insert name]'s underpants" was still heard occasionally. Us girls didn't even like our bra straps to be seen (and I'm not that old). And there were jokes aplenty about 'plumbers butt'.

But somewhere around the early 2000's when low rise jeans went really low (advertisements read "home of the 4" zipper" and the like) that it all went out the window. Chicks would squat down to look at something on the bottom shelf at the grocery and expose not just a bit of crack, but A LOT! It also became fashionable at this time for girls to show off the fancy little straps of their thong underwear.You'll never hear a guy complaining - but remember it's not always the young pretty little things, it's the big ol' hairy guys too that don't seem to mind letting the cool breeze tickle their backsides, or the skanky chick shuffling along with a ratty pair of sweat pants half on her ass - what is that about?

And so, not a day goes by when I see a minimum of 3 butt cracks a day! Just walking my dog at 6am will yield at least one as some guy gets in or out of his car. So, I'm curious - how many do you see each day? Do you notice? Do you even care?