Rain Equals Retards

Why, why, WHY must people put on their retard raincoats and get behind the wheel of a car every time there is a sprinkle? Sometimes I think it's a universal joke on me because there are more retards on my commute than there are anywhere else in Northern Virginia. When it rains, forget it. May as well sit there and watch my eyelashes grow - there will be time.

It's as if there's some big retard convention going on up in the sky and they're all looking down at me saying, "Ok-Kim is on her way to work let's all synchronize our retarded watches and get out there just to screw with her." It's so unfair! My commute is long enough, I don't need to spend my morning with these people. I AM NOT RETARDED. I don't intentionally flock to their kind.

Thought for the day. Before you get into your car and get in my way, have your breakfast eaten, your phone calls made, your face shaved, your teeth brushed, your hair combed, your paper read, your butt scratched, and your crack pipe put safely back into it's rightful place. Otherwise, move over and get the hell out of my way.