evil empire

someone had the gall...the GALL...to yell at me while i was out minding my own business, driving downtown, on my way to my occupational engagement. here is what they yelled:

go yankees!

granted, they were youngsters. (i can say that. i'm going to be thirty soon. very soon.) they don't know any better. likely they have been seduced by the dark side of the force (they were even in a black car) and are blinded to the truth. i don't care that jeter is from my husband's hometown. i don't care that johnny damon was once one of the faithful. i have principles. and those principles stipulate that the yankees suck.

so i reveled in inner glee when this car was stuck behind me for several blocks and had no choice but to stare at the blatant propoganda my spare tire proudly displays.

besides, yesterday a car honked as it passed me and the driver gave me the "#1" gesture from inside his car. i must confess, i was more than slightly confused (and it was obvious i was the intended recipient of this gesture) until i noticed similar propoganda in the form of a sticker hanging out on the bumper of his car.

we are not alone, my friends. we are not alone.


last night was a tale with twists and laughs at every turn...or at least with every visitor.