A pregnant girl I know thinks that airplanes are part of a conspiracy to get money out of us people. She thinks that it is perfectly viable to dig big holes through the crust of the earth and slide to wherever it is we want to get to. Sometimes I weep for the future of humanity.
I like to think that my ramble filter is working well, but I haven't posted anything for a while. After reading that again, I think I may have just put the two together...
Melissa came up to see me on the Thursday before Labour Day weekend. Labour Day is an equivalent here of a bank holiday back home. They just feel the need to give it a flashy name. She came up from Lavaca to Warrensburg (bonus points if you can find either on a map) on the Thursday and then on the Friday, I drove back so we could spend some time with her family. It's the first time I've driven properly here and it was amazing. It's a six hour drive and I drove for five hours. In those five hours, I had to turn at a junction about four times. It's brilliant. I also made great use of the cruise control. Get up to speed, hit cruise control, move your legs back into a more comfortable position and then only worry about steering. We got back to Lavaca when it was dark and I can't really navigate my way round at the best of times. Moving into the turning lane too early, I got back on to the main road. Moving in again early, I started to move back to the main road but then realised it'd be easier to stay there. After turning, I saw some headlights. Asking Melissa if it was the police, she confirmed my fears that it was, indeed, the 5-0. I won't bore you with the details, but they pulled me over and took my details (as they do with everyone they pull over, regardless of why they are pulled over). We were let off at least one ticket because the guy knew Melissa's family. Turns out he's a weirdo. But my point is I was driving for 5 hours and then in the last 5 minutes of the journey, I got pulled over by the Fuzz. Ramble filter: rusty.
I heard that there's a town or State nearby that is thinking of introducing the sale of deep fried butter. DEEP. FRIED. BUTTER. Missed out on a trick there, Scotland. SATIRE.
I am in dire need of what I believe is known as 'filler'. Normally, I have enough to talk about. In future, I will have enough to talk about. At the moment, I am stuck. My lady has left for the UK and I will not be seeing her until the 19th of December. I'm not really in the mood for being witty this evening. (Because I am the rest of the time HAHAHAHAA). I guess this is the equivalent of a teacher letting you out of class early. You're expecting a bit more, but you don't really want to be here, you know? You know. Go on, kids. Scarper.
