Next....everyone is an idiot. First I went to Commerce last week and got back to my car to find not a small but in fact rather large dent in my door. It's like people actually try to slam their doors into you when you're there; they enjoy it or something. Next, I was driving home from Home Depot yesterday (we average about 10 trips a week these days, with Danielle making 80% of them solo) on the 55S and saw in front of me about 3-4 baseball sized rocks just lying in the middle of the road. I said to myself "Self, that's strange" but then was appalled to see, floating in what appeared to be slow motion (that's what happens when you're going 70 MPH), a 5th rock sailing over the giant concrete wall. The rock somehow managed to not hit my car (honestly I don't know how that happened) and I just ran over one of the others that the (no doubt) 14 year old boys on the other side of the wall had previously chucked. Danielle and I have decided that 14 year old boys are the stupidest things on Earth, and 12 year old girls are the loudest. Seriously...throwing rocks onto a freeway? Really? And finally just now as I was getting to the Bike I got off the 710N and found myself...immediately behind a giant parked truck that said "lane closed". So I just sat there for 10 minutes, wondering what would happen, until eventually he moved and I was able to at least go west on Florence (not east, like I needed to, but at least I was off the freaking ramp) and eventually got to work.
This month has not been the rousing success that April was, but I have at least been winning a little. I took a large loss playing 30 deuce to seven and lost something like 4 racks on Thursday and Friday last week, so I guess other than those two days I'd be saying "weeeeeeee!" but I can't really complain. Except for the fact that the bike still hasn't figured out how to pay me properly, which my boss has assured me for the 3rd week in a row will be fixed this week.