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Okay, people, what is the first rule of living in Minnesota?
No, it's not "do not make the women angry at you, for they may be smaller than the men, but they're meaner."
No, it's not "if you can't get it at Byerly's or Target, you may not need it."
No, it's not "indirection is the best rhetorical/interpersonal device ever."
No, it's not "respect the designated weirdos."
If you guessed, "DO NOT RUN OUT IN FRONT OF CARS IN AN ICE STORM, YOU STUPID, STUPID PERSON," you win the prize!
Thirty-eighth had some pretty treacherous spots. Lots of ice, when I was driving on it. I did not kill anyone driving home tonight, but that is entirely my doing and none of hers.
I am just now calming down.
I'm a little amused at myself that when I was pumping the brakes, steering into the skid, and trying not to hit this person, I didn't honk because I was afraid someone that dumb was dumb enough to stop in surprise. Instead I shrieked, "Wa! wa! wa! wa!" at her. Apparently in moments of crisis I become Charlie Brown's mom/teacher/etc. Then when the car had stopped and she was not dead, maimed, or in any other way in contact with my motor vehicle, I shouted, "Dumb stupid stupidhead!" at her. (She could not hear me, having continued trotting along the sidewalk.) There was no one to impress with the cleanliness of my language; heaven knows I've called people worse. But apparently I am Robin's age in the privacy of my own head.
No, it's not "do not make the women angry at you, for they may be smaller than the men, but they're meaner."
No, it's not "if you can't get it at Byerly's or Target, you may not need it."
No, it's not "indirection is the best rhetorical/interpersonal device ever."
No, it's not "respect the designated weirdos."
If you guessed, "DO NOT RUN OUT IN FRONT OF CARS IN AN ICE STORM, YOU STUPID, STUPID PERSON," you win the prize!
Thirty-eighth had some pretty treacherous spots. Lots of ice, when I was driving on it. I did not kill anyone driving home tonight, but that is entirely my doing and none of hers.
I am just now calming down.
I'm a little amused at myself that when I was pumping the brakes, steering into the skid, and trying not to hit this person, I didn't honk because I was afraid someone that dumb was dumb enough to stop in surprise. Instead I shrieked, "Wa! wa! wa! wa!" at her. Apparently in moments of crisis I become Charlie Brown's mom/teacher/etc. Then when the car had stopped and she was not dead, maimed, or in any other way in contact with my motor vehicle, I shouted, "Dumb stupid stupidhead!" at her. (She could not hear me, having continued trotting along the sidewalk.) There was no one to impress with the cleanliness of my language; heaven knows I've called people worse. But apparently I am Robin's age in the privacy of my own head.
