Every morning I have to fight my way from one end of the city to another. And yes, I realize that compared to a lot of you that live in major cities our putzy little traffic problems are laughable. But when faced with the idiocy that runs rampant on the roads, I think I lose at least six months off of my life on a daily basis.
Lately, and I'm not sure if it's because of the time change and the sun-slash-darkness or what, but in the mornings it's become an epidemic of sorts to have poky little cars doing a whopping 40 mph in the center lane. So it creates huge bottlenecks - people jockeying for position to get around the pokers and whipping around each other, people almost foaming at the mouth and looking wild-eyed at each other through their fogged windows. It's scary yet amusing at the same time.
So today, I decided to tuck myself into the fast lane behind a welder's truck. He had all the requisite welding stuff in there - his carts, some copper tubing, fire extinguishers, dead deer head...
What? Dead deer head? Yup, just casually thrown in the back of his truck. Cuz ya never know when you're going to need one when you're welding. I couldn't help but laugh at not only the grossness of it, but the fact that I couldn't stop envisioning him coming to a quick stop and that stupid deer head flying off into someone else's windshield.
I wonder what the thought process in throwing it in the back of the truck was. I do know that you only have a limited amount of time to get something to the taxidermist for them to, um, stuff. We ran into that two years ago when Cat Door hit a huge owl with his motorcycle (by accident, going about 80 mph at 5 AM on his way to our jobsite), and I guess he got it to the stuffer guy too late. The guy kind of looked at it folornly and said, "Well, if ya'd put it in yer freezer, then we'd a might a had a chance." Nothing like putting a dead owl next to your Lean Cuisine.