To the woman in the white Hummer on Indian School and Girard on 9/22,
Part of me really wants to believe that you were just a performance artist making a post-modern statement about the oblivious, self-absorbed American attitude, but the more realistic, cynical, pissed-off part of me knows that's too good to be true.
The flashing lights on the poles outside Montezuma Elementary school? Those mean SCHOOL ZONE. That means that you need to slow down (the brake is the one on the left) when you drive between those lights and the sign that says "End School Zone." I understand that it takes 10 gallons of gas to get your Hummer up to 35, but you wouldn't want one of those 8 year olds to get blood and guts and gooshy stuff all over your white paint, would you? I mean, crushing all those itty bitty bones in their bodies might ruin your alignment or puncture one of your tires! I know you just dumped your little brats on the nanny, but some people actually emotionally invest in their offspring and care that they turn out to be productive people, so they might be upset if you killed their kids.
Maybe if you detached your little pink RAZR phone from your ear for just one second, you could actually remove your head from your ass and pay attention to the other people in the world around you, the environment, and the impact we all have on each other. Or you can tell your country club friends about the crazy bitch who rolled down her window and yelled at you the other day for absolutely no reason.
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No Hummer for TimTim?
there is this crazy urge deep down in my gut; an urge that i have to work desperately hard to resist...
every time i see a hummer on the road, i just want to pull up (or walk up, or bike up) next to them, extend my arm, and raise my middle finger.
C'mon, I'm sure she drives that car for purely practical reasons...like off-roading through suburban mud puddles and such. I've actually been amazed at the number of Hummers I've encountered in Amman, although I think the majority are owned by visitors from the Gulf who pay 25 cents a gallon back home. It's good to see though that our military operations in the region have left a positive imprint on the local road culture.
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