Ingenius

I tell ya...I could get used to every day being like this. Here was my excitement for today:

While waiting in the bank drive thru line, I had some jackazz jump out of the vehicle beside me and run in front of my car to get to the little plastic, tunnel thingy that you send your junk in that goes into the bank. Bubba, as I shall call him, was cutting in front of a vehicle...not just any vehicle, by my vehicle. Guess Bubba thought that he could out run Fru and her sassy little Saturn? Guess he was really in a hurry, huh? I was very tempted to try to:
A) run his redneck azz over
B) yell at him and tell him that he was a rude azzhole and give him the "you're number 1" hand signal
C) start laughing at the stupidy of Bubba, the situation and the fact that I had to pee so bad my teeth were floating.

Which did she choose?

I opted for option "C"..thinking, "It's a damn good thing that betterhalf isn't in the car with me b/c something tells me that we would have run over that redneck mother smurfer".

Yes, I could get used to days where the only drama was being cut off by Bubba, the pedestrian, in the drive thru line at the bank.
Fru-out!