Wednesday, October 10, 2007

how to: use a roundabout

i love america. i love americans. i do not love the fact that (most) americans haven't the foggiest idea how to use a roundabout (yeah, yeah "traffic circle"). really, it's not that difficult. and it's so much more efficient because it keeps traffic moving (again, if you know how to use it).

yesterday, i had a near collision at the roundabout on cherokee road. i had already entered it when a woman (bloody women drivers anyway), pulled out and was apparently wanting to engage in a game of roundabout "chicken". driving in the middle east has trained me to be very defensive when operating a vehicle, however this was not acceptable roundabout behavior, so i proceeded, as i was legally allowed to do so. she, in turn, proceeded to drive right up my arse (that'll teach me) and maintained no stopping distance whatsoever the entire way down the road until i turned off at the park. this is the kind of behaviour i expect from a 17 year old in a honda civic, not a middle aged house wife in a gold hyundai.

you know what else? i don't like peanut butter and jelly, or reese's peanut butter cups. go ahead, revoke my greencard- i hid it in the marmite.

4 comments:

Happily Even After said...

Dare I ask it? What's marmite?

disa said...

aaaaah, marmite is very "british", it would be the equivalent national staple to pb&j, except it tastes nothing like pb&j. it is black, looks like tar, is a yeast extract, very salty and you can spread it on your toast, mix it in with mashed up boiled egg and put it in a sandwhich. every american i have provided with an opportunity to try it has been appalled. i think its something you almost have to get started on at the breast in order to be able to appreciate it...

Mansuetude said...

Marmite sounds like Miso which i think is bean curd paste...it is YUCKY! But some people like to cook with it.

Bloody--the first time I heard this word I was about 7 playing with kids in the neighborhood. A British family had moved in and for whatever reason, he came out and yelled about "you bloody" kids...etc.

I went home, shocked. Nothing had ever touched my ear regarding children and bloody in the same phrases. I felt smeared with war or something and didn't understand it was just a phrase till later... but I FEARED that man for using that red, red word on me.

Anonymous said...

Ahhh marmite--"equivalent of pb&j" in the same way that getting a pedicure is like getting your foot amputated :-)

Lousiville drivers are crazy to be sure. We need to have a new campaign of "you must be awake/conscious/have at least two working neurons when driving". Maybe insead of speeding tickets and the like we should make crazy drivers eat marmite...

Jim