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The Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra is playing. What, I'm not certain, but it's not Wagner. If it was, it would be a more appropriate soundtrack to my journey to the craft store. To get behind the wheel here in metro-Atlanta is to go into battle. "Flight of the Valkyrie" would be most appropriate.
NPR and I are on cruise control. Even our new-to-us car knows where the craft store is. Somehow, this happy little vehicle that so serendipitously came into our possession knows where I'm headed. Perhaps, dear reader, this IS the Matrix and I and the car are one. Hmm, would that make car payments easier to deal with?
I needed paint. The declaration fell on no ones ears but my own. I scooped up my purse, grabbed a sweater, and off I went. The sun shone deceptively; it's still cold. As my mother always said, you can't bank on Spring until after Easter. Thank goodness tomorrow's Good Friday!
The battle began in the parking lot. The Berlin Phil heightened. They knew I entered a Red Zone. Thankfully, without incident, I maneuvered into a space. This, of course, was after I swerved into the empty spaces to my right as another vehicle decided it was appropriate to drive on the wrong side of the lane. Perhaps today was Drive Like a Brit day and I missed the memo.
A beacon shining in an otherwise insane world! Or maybe that's just my opinion of anywhere that people are allowed to drive AND walk. The paint was selected, the brushes too, and I even managed a bargain box of candles for our naked holders. I hate empty candle holders. Every time I look at them I get that nasty feeling that I'm missing something important. Of course, I usually look at them at night when it's too late to do anything about it.
Whether the Berlin Phil was playing when I left or not doesn't register when I leave. The opposing army is out en force as I play inch-war with another vehicle that thinks its being able to see around me will allow it to go first. Obviously, the drive failed to realize that if I can't turn right he certainly couldn't turn left! Oncoming traffic prevented that. Thankfully, I was able to inch out further. I frustrated him considerably before pulling out into the mad race for home.
The drive way came into view and I did a small victory dance in the seat. Seriously, am I the only person who equates going ANYWHERE to a minor war? Yet again, I emerged unscathed and when I got back into my workshop, NPR was still playing and I could finally focus on something other than yodeling my disdain for the driver next to me.
Tell me: how's the driving where you're from? Is it as insane as it is in the Atlanta area? Are you one of the lucky ones who gets to live where you don't have to drive everywhere you need to go? Do you thrive on road rage?
Happy Thursday, dear reader! Oh, and if you're curious as to why I needed paint, stay tuned! That's another post for another day.