Ugh

Now, I know I may road rage a bit too much, but some people are truly deserving of my ire. Like this morning, I'm on 237, and traffic is finally starting to move. I'm in the fast lane and we're not going very fast. I find out why when all the cars in front of me eventually change lanes, and I end up stuck behind this lady who is driving 63-64 mph. Which would be fine if there were a bunch of cars in front of her, but there was NO ONE.

Here's a hint people: if you're driving in the fast lane a hair under the speed limit, the other lanes are going faster than you, there's no one in front of you, and you have 5-6 cars riding your ass, MOVE. OVER.

I couldn't even change lanes because the cars to the right of me kept passing us by. I'm not sure if this lady was oblivious, or playing "traffic cop" like some of these people do. I never saw her look in her rear view mirror, although at one point she did reach up to touch the little dangly crystal she had hanging from it. But who knows if she actually looked in the mirror.

So finally, all the cars behind me switched lanes, and I finally had an opening to change too. I think 4 cars ended up passing her. Naturally, I changed lanes and then cut her off. I think I saw her flip me off, but it was hard to tell given how quickly she became a little dot in my rear view mirror.

Anyways, I can't believe it took me 4 paragraphs to tell that story.

Bandit Stories

Had agility last night, and for a while there, we thought we were going to have to end class early, because it started to rain. It eventually did let up, and we had a pretty good class, although Bandit got nice and dirty.

Funny thing that happened on one of the courses - we were supposed to go from the table to the weave poles. Bandit gets impatient on the table, because he has to sit there for a 5-count and he'd rather be running. So I gave him a treat while he sat on the table, and when I let him out of his stay to head to the poles, he started barking at me, as he usually does when he's impatient/excited. Right at the poles and in mid-bark he goes, "HAAAACK!" and the piece of cheese I gave him earlier comes flying out of his mouth. He nonchalantly went and gobbled it back up, and we finished the poles.

Before class though, I stopped by Petsmart on my way home from work to pick up some cat litter. I ended up getting Bandit this cute plush sheep toy. When I got home, I hid it behind my back so that he wouldn't see it when I walked in. But as I headed to the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of it and got excited.

I took it over to the counter to cut the tag off, and was still trying to keep it out of his sight. He put his paws up on the counter to try to get a look at it, and I blocked his view with my body. So he went around the other side to try to sneak a peak, and I blocked him again. Finally he went back around to the other side of me and peeked under my arm. He was like a little kid, haha.

After I got the tag off, I put the toy back behind my back with one hand, and showed him my other empty hand. He kept looking at the hand I had behind my back, knowing the toy was there. So I switched hands, and showed him my other hand, which was now empty. That's when he got really confused. He thought I must have dropped the toy somewhere, so he kept looking at the floor around him. He had an old toy on the floor, and he pounced on that toy a couple times, only to come up with what can only be described as a doggy look of dismay as he realized that no, that was not the new toy.

I finally stopped torturing him and gave him the toy, and he was estatic (as always). He spent the first few minutes trying to locate the squeeker, which is usually what he does. Once he found the squeeker and gave it a good squeek, he was content to let me have it so I could play fetch with him.

You'd think dogs wouldn't know the difference between old toys and new toys, but boy do they know.

The Rest

Watched "LOST" last night, and I won't post any spoilers. It was good, although just more confusing!

Did some more work on the stand too. I had glued two posts in the wrong position, and they were a bitch to remove. I think they could've stayed in place with glue alone, no screws. The top layer of the plywood actually peeled off with the post bottoms, so I had to go and patch it up with wood putty. Sucked. But otherwise, it's looking good!