just posted about keeping her journal positive and not using it to whine or rant. Which makes me feel a little bit bad about this post...but only a bit, because it's my journal, used for what I want. I like it as an outpost for my emotions. Anyways, feel free to skip over this post because it's full of rants!!
First off, argh! There are a ton of bad drivers out there. This probably nothing new, but I it really really bugs me! Especially when they're in the passing lane going 105km/hr (and the speed limit is 100km) and the middle lane is completely empty (or there's room anyways) and they don't move over! And what really bugs me is when I'm coming down the road, there's a car I can see wanting to turn right, they SEE me coming, but decide to turn anyways. Causing me to SLAM on my breaks to avoid hitting them!! Argh! It really pisses me off! And yes, this happened to me on my way home from my sister's today. I'm coming along Erin Mills Parkway, I'm in the right turn lane, a car is sitting in the driveway of Petro Canada waiting to turn, I know they see me (because you'd have to be blind not to - there was nothing blocking their view - and if they are blind then they should obviously not be driving, but I digress) and then they decide to turn, while I'm coming. There's a red light at the corner and they don't fit all the way into the lane next to me. Ugh! I slam on my breaks, lean on my horn (hopefully I scared them, because they scared me!), they edge forward, I can get by, I glare at them and gesture angrily, mumble for a bit to myself, and then I'm home. But argh!!! People like that PISS ME OFF.
Okay, moving on. I hear on the radio today (on my way to my sister's) about some vandalism that happened in mid-Toronto. People supporting the Liberal candidate in that riding had vandalism done to their house (apparently people spray-painted their house) and graffitied the Liberal lawn signs and knocked them over. Which is bad enough. However, some people also found their brake-lines cut in their car. Yeah, like someone severed the brakes in people's cars because they didn't agree with their political affiliation. I don't think there was any accidents because of that (thank goodness!) and it's been in the news and apparently anyone who had a lawn sign for that candidate was being notified, so they could check for any damage. But, oh my god!! Could you imagine having a relatively new car, not thinking anything could possibly be wrong, get in your car, get to the stop sign at the end of your street and not being able to stop?!?!?! Going right through the stop sign into oncoming traffic?!?! It's CRAZY!!! And not to mention the monetary loss that would be. I don't know how much it would cost to fix the brakes, but I imagine it's not cheap.
And my last one. So the other day I was saying how Suzie expects rides from me, and how much I resented that. But I realized last night, it's not that she expects rides, it's that she's not afraid to ask for one. What also bugs me, is she never ever offers gas money. I can't remember a time when she has. She may have before, but I can tell you right now it's been a loooong time if she has. Oh she has. When we went to Niagara, but I also asked for it. Not sure if she would have willingly. Hopefully she would have. Everyone else I've driven places offers me gas money. It's honestly more the gesture...I don't take the money (unless I've driven far - like Buffalo) but it's nice to offer. I'm sure I've complained about this before. But I was lying in bed last night, thinking about this, and it was bothering me. The good: I pick up Philina on the way to Erin's or something (and Phil's totally on the way) and she tried to offer me gas money. Amanda always tries to give me money. As did Erin before she got her car. The annoying: When Suzie came back from Australia I offered to pick her up from the airport, so she could tell me about her trip, we could catch up, it would save her the taxi fare, etc. So I did. The flight was late (which is no fault of hers) and I was parked at the (expensive!) airport for two hours. She finally arrives, we make our way to my car. She does NOT offer to pay for the parking (or part of the parking), we maek our way to her place in mid-Toronto (which, being at the airport already isn't as big of a deal as it is from my place), I drop her off. We stand chatting for quite some time. It's crazy late and I'm exhausted and I have to work the next morning, so I say goodbye and come home. She does NOT offer any gas money. Even though I went out of my way for her, she couldn't even offer me $10. I saved her $50 in taxi fare, but apparently she just took that as I'm loaded, I don't need money. Which is so not true. And I understand she just came from from being away for 5 weeks, she doesn't have a lot of money, but it was her decision to travel, it was for pleasure, it's not like she was working somewhere far to make more money or something. And maybe she didn't have any Canadian cash on her, but then shew could have stuck her credit card into the parking machine thing to pay for the parking. It was something like $14. I think that's a pretty good bargain rather than $50. It really bothered me then, and it still bothers me now to think about it. Maybe I could have asked her for something, but I'm not bold enough to do that. So argh! It bugs me! However it's not like I brood about this everyday. I do have better things to think about it! Like London!!
Okay, aaaaannnnnd, end rant!