Get Hope?
Nah, me either.
The only thing keeping me going these days is the commute. Seriously. No I’m not.
I’m back to riding the Metro after two and a half years. The recent job change has made Metro the way to go. It’s almost door-to-door service for me now. And of course your tax dollars are paying for it. I still don’t have the time table down to a science yet, but I’m getting close.
I can say there’s a world of difference in the Metro busses and the Fairfax Connectors. The former being hot, sticky and ride like a wagon down a gravel road. The latter is a fleet of new busses that are still clean and don’t bust your balls when they shift lanes. Both have the problem of fat fuckers trying to squeeze into a normal sized seat. But to stop that we’re going to have to blow up all the McDonald’s. If we do that the fat Hispanic women won’t have anywhere to work. And God knows we don’t need any more beaners at the Home Depot parking lot.
I tell you. The country’s going to Hell in a hand basket. If this keeps up I’m moving to Idaho and home schooling the kids. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
