Dueling Drivers

When you drive a significant distance to work every day you begin to recognize and distinguish people and cars around you.

"Oh man... We're behind the slow, stinky car again!"

"There she is passing in a no passing zone again."

"Dang, Adam! Did you have get in front of him again?!"  

I made that last statement this morning when a vehicle I remember all too well rumbled up behind us. Adam replied with a chuckle, "It's okay, I'm going the other way today because of the road work. He'll go through the canyon and will probably get stuck."

The last time we encountered this particular vehicle during our morning commute, Adam made the mistake of pulling quickly out of our driveway in front of it. He had assumed, based on experience with similar vehicles, that it was going to go really slow on the highway and that it would be better for us to hop in front rather than have to pass it later. Well, Adam was wrong and let me tell you, the other driver was intent on letting him know it. 

He immediately rev'd up to our bumper, as if to say "how dare you cut in front of me," and ended up riding it all the way into East Wenatchee where we were finally separated by the 19th street traffic light. Adam was not amused, to say the least, and I was a little freaked out. I couldn't help thinking about that 70s Spielberg movie, "Duel."

I hadn't realized, prior to becoming a commuter, just how competitive a daily drive can be.

Coors Light Annoyance

This year, I have developed an extreme distaste for Coors Light, but not for the reasons you may expect. Someone, apparently, has decided that my garden looks like a trash can. I found the first three or four cans after the snow melted this Spring. I was annoyed, obviously, but I assumed it must have been an isolated incident; a party in the alley or something like that. Since then, though, just about every week I find a fresh, mostly finished Coors Light can nestled between my sunflower sprouts. 

Finding peoples' wind-blown garbage in our yard is one thing, but the fact that this trash has been deliberately thrown over our fence makes me a little mad, especially considering the fact that there is a dumpster in the alley less than a block away!

I think a taller fence might be in order. Although, I'll admit, I have considered booby traps.