Today I was on my way up to the mall in Sprawlville to pick up Tribble and her friend. Yes, I am at that phase of my life where I drive teenagers places. I keep bugging her to learn how to drive but she claims that being 15 she is not yet old enough to legally drive in this province, which makes me want to roll my eyes and mock her for being all law-abiding and stuff, but then I realize that it's actually good to be law-abiding and she really is one of the most level-headed teenagers I know. And I'm damn lucky to have gotten this particular one. So I agree to pick her up at the mall.
I can be hip. I can be with it. (quick!! Name that farcical movie reference!!!!!!)
All of that backstory there sets you, the reader, up for my example of taking the good and the bad. The World's Longest Street got attacked by a paving crew today, squeezing two lanes of extremely busy car people into one lane. At 1:30 pm. On a hot, bright day. With that sun just shining down like it's nobody's business. Just drilling that heat and radioactive damage infliction onto every surface. Sorry, not radioactive: ultraviolet. I was parked there on the road, with the AC blowing hot air at me. Screw air conditioning... I've got power windows in my truck! Yeah, man! I'll make the best of this traffic jam crap, while I know two teenagers are like, totally wondering why I'm late to get them at the food court.
I'll turn this craptastic traffic snarl into an opportunity to be thankful that it's summer not winter. I'll stick one arm out the window of my bitchin scratched up gnarly 20 year old pickup truck. Cuz it's summer, man!
NOW I'VE GOT A TRUCKER TAN.
Technically it's a trucker burn.
&%$* #$% @$#*&$%!!!!!!!!
The fact remains that I was hangin' my arm out the driver's side window today. And I've got that good old fashioned 60-mile-an-hour air conditioning. Also I like to steer with the other hand on the top edge of the steering wheel and sometimes I pretend my truck is all tricked out with cherry bomb mufflers and I'm seriously cool. When I come down from that fantasy the truth remains that it's my truck and it's gnarly and it's paid for, busted AC and all.
It's good, and it's bad.
I guess if you want to live in the land of sparkly ponies you gotta deal with some sparkly $@#% every now and then.