Day 3: I was the driver and the guy that came into my passenger side, thanked me, then asked me if I was Korean. What the hell? I said no and he looked disappointed and put on his headphones. Why are people so disappointed when I'm not from a certain country. Geez.
Day 7: Coming from Rosslyn, I was a slug. This guy had what seemed to be talk radio blaring really loud on the radio. I was wrong. I looked down and saw a cd case with clouds on it. It was a religous self help cd. What a great way for slugs to be brainwashed with no way out for 20 minutes.
Day 8: This other lady drove 55 in a 65 on HOV. I might as well been driving non-HOV, it was so excruciating. I would rather sit in traffic for an hour than drive slower than the speed limit. And she braked while changing lanes. I think I aged 10 years on that ride.
Day 9: I dont' have a noticeable number five other than the funny conversation I had with the AntiChrist in the car (while on my phone AIM); regarding my car ride. Oh well. She said I was going to end up in a ditch. I'm glad she was wrong.
Ok, so you didn't end up in a ditch. But tomorrow you definitely will end up in an ice-filled bathtub with only one kidney.
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