Annoyance of the day: big trucks. Not 18-wheelers, I'm actually okay with those and do not have anxiety when it comes to merging onto the interstate with them. No, I am talking about your everyday (stereotype): cowboy truck drivers in the greater Kansas City area. If memory serves correctly, a total of four trucks pissed me off today. One cut me off, another was flying around a corner in a parking lot and then gestured his irritation with me for being in his way.
Ugh.
If you are a male reading this who drives a truck or a Jeep, please present your individual case to me so that I can attempt not to judge, but for the most part, Jeeps and trucks are a huge turn off for me. Granted, I am seeking a sensitive man for my life partner, not a macho man, so a Jeep or truck generally indicate a rugged, outdoorsy man behind the wheel, who may not be so likely to discuss books and crafts and just how green Dibby's eyes are with me.
These are all snap judgments based on generalizations, I realize this.
But. Just sayin'. When a man hops out of a Jeep and all the nearby women begin to swoon and say things like, "Ooh, hottie, gettin' out of the Jeep," I am definitely the girl rolling her eyes looking for a guy in a Kia with a cup of coffee and a book.
you go girl! he's out there! you GOTTA have someone who will watch/tolerate/possibly enjoy the sound of music with you, absolutely! :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Not driving my truck to Starbucks tomorrow. :)
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