Monday, June 13, 2005
Driver's Ed
Scott got off work last night at 11:30. I was tired, okay? I was TIRED! We’re driving home, and I stop at a red light on Milledge Avenue. We’re still chatting away and after a couple of minutes Scott gets impatient.
Scott: “So, are you just going to sit here?”
Me: “What? Well, we’re at a red light.”
I gesture to it. I freeze. My eyes follow the length of my arm to the red light... which is flashing. I smile at Scott and laugh.
Me: “I guess we can go now.”
Reminds me of a joke:
What goes “vroom - screech! vroom - screech! vroom - screech!?”
A blonde at a flashing red light.
Or, just me.
Scott: “So, are you just going to sit here?”
Me: “What? Well, we’re at a red light.”
I gesture to it. I freeze. My eyes follow the length of my arm to the red light... which is flashing. I smile at Scott and laugh.
Me: “I guess we can go now.”
Reminds me of a joke:
What goes “vroom - screech! vroom - screech! vroom - screech!?”
A blonde at a flashing red light.
Or, just me.
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