Dumb Drivers

So this morning, I'm driving to work, and getting ready to turn onto the ramp to get onto the freeway. The ramp has three lanes, with one being a carpool lane. As I'm getting ready to turn, I see a motorcycle cop drive into the carpool lane with his lights flashing. Traffic was pretty backed up on the ramp, so I guessed that he must have been going after a single driver who was cheating by using the carpool lane.

Sure enough, as I get off the ramp and onto the freeway, I see the cop pulled over to the side, with this new Jaguar in front. The cop is standing there writing a ticket, and I'm thinking, "sweet," because I hate carpool cheaters. So I drive by the car and look, and sure enough, there's only one person in it.

It was a woman, and she looked like a stuck-up bitch. The kicker was, while the cop was writing her ticket, she's sitting in the Jag, reading a fucking newspaper. Just nonchalantly reading the paper. WTF? I'm guessing she probably gives two shits about the fine.

More Movie Night

To try to make up for the previous night's movie, we rented Love Actually. It turned out to be a much better choice. A little long, but cute and funny. We watched it in the loft, and since we had the AC off, Marc brought up one of those tall standing fans to keep the room cool.

I went downstairs to get something, and as I was coming back up, Marc was finishing setting up the fan. I noticed that Bandit was standing there watching him, with his front legs on one side of the cord (which was suspended off the floor), and his back legs on the other side. Basically, the cord was running right under his chest.

As I walked by, I remarked, "Well, that's a recipe for disaster," when BLAM! I turned around, and sure enough, the fan was on the floor, and there was a very shocked doggy who had retreated to the staircase.

Poor Bandit was scared of the fan the whole night. The whole time we were watching the movie, he hid behind Marc's chair. And when we finished the movie and we were heading downstairs, the dog wouldn't even go near the fan. The fan was blocking the only avenue out of the loft, so he actually tried to jump over the couch to get out. Poor guy, he's probably going to be scared of that thing from here on out.

We'd spent probably 2 hours after we got home from work futzing with doing a big water change in the tank - big pain in the ass - so by the time we finished the movie, it was too late for a walk. Compound that with the box of Raisinettes I had during the movie, and so far my diet is going splendidly.