Why I Like Driving With My Windows Down

Aaah...Spring....finally...

70 degrees today.

Perfect time for a lunchtime drive up the mess of orange barrels, netting, lanes closed for traffic, heavy machinery, and bumpy surface that we here in Boston call Comm. Ave between Kenmore and Packard's Corner.

On the ride back to the office after lunch, I had the fortune of a confrontation with a mindless possibly BU student, walking with her Gucci sunglasses in her own little world, not realizing that when she has a DON'T WALK sign, and the light is not in her favor, that it's not smart to cross the road into traffic that has already driven into the intersection.

I didn't hit her, but beeped at her for an extended period of time. It's never fun to have a car horn blaring right beside you, is it?

Her subsequent mouthiness toward me turned into a battle of middle fingers and my screaming out aforementioned open window how she should "watch where she's going, you stupid..." (censored for PG reading)...