In fact, I may not got to Fresno again. Ever.
The people there are impatient drivers.
And in the big, wonk eyed hurry.
And yesterday, i violated my own rule of not going to the Fresno from October-January because there are too many Christmas crazy people on the road….and I was right.
Rude. Crowded. Crazy. Wonky-eyed honkers.
I hate people who honk their horns.
In the Hanford, the onliest horn honkers are the trains that go thru town, because this is not the NYC.
Nobody honks their horn in the San Francisco.
In the LA, they don;t waste their time honking, they just shoot you. Straight to the point.
But Fresno has lost all of my respect and money. Well, except for Barnes and Noble. I’ll go there but only because it’s a straight shot right off the freeway.
There was more horn honking going on yesterday in the Fresno that I have ever heard in my life.
So I am not going back.
I am however, going in this morning to get a ginormous shot for the evil spirits inside my head who are trying to escape. They have pointy little sticks and are try to jab their way thru my eyeball. For a nickel, I’d get a drill and let them out because it REALLY hurts. Not wonder the Aztec/Mayans/Indiana Jones guys drilled holes in their heads. It sounds like a really good idea to me right now.
The clinic opens at eight and I will knock down any old ladies who get in my way.