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I must begin by recounting a horrible dream that I had about a week and a half ago. You know the kind that you wake up all panicked unclear about whether you were just dreaming or if something horrible had happened and you were just remembering it? It was of that caliber. I had one of those back in the day when i was a donut girl at a local coffee shop. JW was in town and for some reason I had a dream that there was a wicked bad car crash at the intersection that was visible from the shop. Even worse, JW was part of the crash. The next AM I went to work my shift and not an hour later there was a crash in the same location as my dream. Luckily, JW was not involved as he had been in the dream. Ever since then, i've kinda paid closer attention to my dreams when people I know are involved in them. Well a few weeks ago, I had this dream that AW's pal Kevin was in a motorcycle crash. I had a hard time putting the details together but when I woke up I told AW to inform Kevin that he was banned from riding his bike for a few weeks. Last night I went out with AW, Kevin, his lady friend Chris (first meeting, good peeps) and Kyle. I was to meet up at AW's house with kevin and alex and then we were gonna take a peek at the new house that Kevin and Chris just bought. Imagine my shock and horror as I pull into the driveway and see kevin's bike! WHA! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bad, very bad. Even in my dream the bike was definitely his, same color, same helment. I get in the house and I scolded Kevin for tempting fate. Apparently, AW had forgotten to relay the message until he saw kevin on his bike. I tried to piece together more of my dream for him. I vaguely recall being in my house when it happened but I couldn't remember what went wrong. I made sure to follow Kevin when we left and as I saw him brake to slow down on a curve it hit me. HIS BRAKES CUT OUT IN MY DREAM. So I called my big bro and told him to tell Kevin to get those brakes checked out. Hopefully, he listened....otherwise Kevin GET YOUR BRAKES CHECKED OUT

I'd say I'm fairly easy going person. Actually, its kina weird. I'm easygoing when it comes to what other people think are big deals. Oh, you hit me, blech that's cool....oh you say that you ran over my uber expensive items, whatev. You get the point. however, the weirdness ensues because its the little stupid things that get me revved up. When i was in school, i'd get pissed when people borrowed my pencils and didn't return them. Not a huge deal, but i'd get bent all out of shape. The wash can mock and mock and mock me without mercy and I chalk it up to him and his ideas of brotherly love, but he mock shoves me on the stairs and I flip out. Very strange, and I think it may all come down to my huge distaste for rudeness. I HATE rudeness in all levels and I think that's way it gets my goat. this is why i think i may be developing a huge case of road rage. During my commute, I don't mind delays (don't get me wrong I don't like them but they don't really piss me off) but what makes me Hulk like angry is when i get cut off or when some ass doesn't understand stop sign etiquette....like the frakking landscaper today. Its not bad enough that i was approaching the dreaded crossing guard zone but the dumbass landscapers didn't even look towards me before cutting me off, he kept looking (longingly if you ask me) towards the initial crossing guard and went, without noting if it was 1)his turn 2)safe or 3) that wasn't revving up the engine to ram him with my sturdy automobile. Driving in MA you'd think i'd be accustomed to masshole drivers but you'd be wrong. Just a little courtesy. Actually I'll end with a final thought presented by my favorite Rabbi. His sermon was about rudeness and this driver who had some disease meaning that he had a specially rigged vehicle for him to drive with his one functioning arm. Apparently he was also prone to spasms that would force him to drive extremely slowly so as to not cause an accident. Well when this man would drive slowly, people would honk their horns at him and extend certain fingers in his direction and shout things at him as they passed him in the left lane. The sheer amount of anger caught him off guard. One day, he felt a spasm coming on and proceeded to get in the right lane and this time he put on his hazard lights. Hazard lights. No one got angry, no one swore, no one sped by in a huff of frustration. Instead, these little blinking lights signaled to everyone that he was having a problem. he was okay but he was in distress and needed to drive a certain way. By making people aware that he had to drive a certain way, he eliminated the rage of others. Why? Because no one thought he was being "that guy". People are much more forgiving if they dont' feel that they are being disrespected.

Of course this doesn't mean that the landscaping dude deserves any respect. In fact, I think everyone should look at for him and show him the true meaning of masshole drivers.

:)