Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Not on My Line

The birds sat on the telephone line. A squirrel decided to have a good time by jumping at each bird chasing them away one by one. Squirrel jumped. Bird #1 gone. Squirrel jumped. Bird #2 gone. Squirrel jumped and bird #3 turned to attacked. Another bird (obviously one already knocked off the line) joined the attack. The squirrel was determined to stay on the line. The birds were seeking revenge on the frisky guy. At last they knocked the squirrel off into a shrub and still went in after it.

Now my sister and I didn't walk down that street again before I returned home; however, I like to think that maybe that squirrel who pushed his weight around might have changed his ways.

What do I have against squirrels? They make the dog bark. They dig in the garden. They infiltrate attics, garages and storage sheds. They are irritating. Cute, but irritating.

The driver pulled out in front of my car. The car with my children riding in it. It was a dead end street. She had the stop sign. Our cars missed by only a couple of feet. I was not angry. I was scared. My had went into the air as if to say, "What the heck?!"

The woman, and I say woman, stuck her tongue out as she passed me. Now I was angry.

This is about the third idiot driver who has tried to run me down. Red lights, stop signs, impulses to pull into the 3' spot in front of me seem to take priority over safe driving. Well, folks! I'm here to tell you that I'm about to knock that squirrel right off the line! I don't want anyone hurt, but I don't want to be hurt either.

Okay, I don't know what I can do about it, but it worries me. My granddaughters will one day drive. They won't have the experience I have at playing bumper cars. They will be vulnerable to the idiots behind the wheel.

Lesson of this blog: Don't squirrel around. Birds of a feather flock together. (I thought that was better than saying something about the bird.) Most of all drive safely.

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