Mobile Preening

This morning I am entertained by a driver lurching around the road.

Distracted? Yes!

But what could be the cause? Cell phone? Dog? Child? Demonic possession?

No. All wrong.

Its her hair.  The frizzy preening a la   Bette Midler was enough to cause the econobox she was driving to swerve around the lane.

Avoid at all cost.

Bandaged

Early one evening we are driving north on Preton Street. I am carefully attempting to pass a cyclist who is hands free on his bicycle.

Adding extra care after noticing this stupidity, I notice that he has only one free arm to begin with.

The other is in a cast.

Makes me wonder how he injured his arm in the first place.

Falling after cycling hands free?

Mercedes in Old Ottawa South

Like any neighbourhood there are humans. The live, breath, have kids, and don't expect heaven and earth to descend upon them causing havoc, confusion and death.

I am not sure if all Mercedes owners are arseholes, or if only arseholes own Mercedes but the attitude of entitlement seems to be regularly demonstrated.

Stop signs? They don't need no stop signs. That seemed to be what the Monday morning driver in the Mercedes appeared to indicate when they breezed through it in Old Ottawa South.

Wait my turn!!!!??? Are you freaking kidding? You lowly Subaru geek must feel the heel of my German Engineered attitude.

Its either that or they cannot find the break pedal - optional equipment for a Mercedes.