I'm a law-abiding citizen that pays lots of taxes. But sometimes I would like to be Tony Soprano. If I "encounter" someone who really pisses me off, I must admit that I, like Tony, would like to "make a phone call", and that "someone" would get home and have his legs broken, or finger cut off and shoved up his nose...or something. I wouldn't want them seriously hurt, but just "a little reminder" never to screw with me again. But I must remember that we live in a culture of spineless weenies, where if you fart in someones direction they whine and call the poor cops. The details of the situation are really not worth your time, at least not now. What is more to the point is, that life off the road is not all that different from being on the road. That getting gas for a car is not that much different from the sometimes extreme frustration of fueling at a truck stop. And to find a "car" parking spot is as annoying as finding a safe place to park your rig for the night. Anyhoo, my wife and I concluded day three of hometime, by calling a surrender with the world and having a great dinner at our local Chili's. I softened the crap of the day with 3 1/2 Planters Punch's laden with Capt'n Morgan's rum - one drink for each day I've been home. My wife, our designated driver for the evening, drove home. The photo is from http://www.tvgrapevine.com/
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Hometime...Day 3
I'm a law-abiding citizen that pays lots of taxes. But sometimes I would like to be Tony Soprano. If I "encounter" someone who really pisses me off, I must admit that I, like Tony, would like to "make a phone call", and that "someone" would get home and have his legs broken, or finger cut off and shoved up his nose...or something. I wouldn't want them seriously hurt, but just "a little reminder" never to screw with me again. But I must remember that we live in a culture of spineless weenies, where if you fart in someones direction they whine and call the poor cops. The details of the situation are really not worth your time, at least not now. What is more to the point is, that life off the road is not all that different from being on the road. That getting gas for a car is not that much different from the sometimes extreme frustration of fueling at a truck stop. And to find a "car" parking spot is as annoying as finding a safe place to park your rig for the night. Anyhoo, my wife and I concluded day three of hometime, by calling a surrender with the world and having a great dinner at our local Chili's. I softened the crap of the day with 3 1/2 Planters Punch's laden with Capt'n Morgan's rum - one drink for each day I've been home. My wife, our designated driver for the evening, drove home. The photo is from http://www.tvgrapevine.com/
