Yeesh.

Sunny weather in Juneau makes everybody insane. We just can't handle it. That's all there is to it.

I stopped at the grocery store to pick up nacho ingredients for dinner, and when I got to the checkout the lines were all incredibly long. Not your usual "rush hour after work" long, but "five people with full carts in front of you all curving off to the left because there's no room for them to line up straight" long. A pain, for sure, but such is life, and I entertained myself texting people about (you guessed it) how long the lines were.

The real doozy came a bit later, as I was pulling out of the parking space. I saw a car sitting half-in half-out of the exit lane, apparently standing still, so I move to go around it. Unfortunately, it must have started moving as I went past, because when I pulled in front of it, the driver started whaling on their horn. Not the short, "Oy, watch out" kind of beep, but the long, drawn-out, "You hit my car, asshole!" beeps. Thing was, I hadn't hit them (I've hit things in my car in the past, I'm pretty sure I know what it feels like) and while I felt bad for cutting them off, I wasn't going to get out of the car just so they could yell at me - especially not after glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing the woman in the passenger's seat apparently having an aneurysm, she was that upset. I noticed her taking a picture of my license plate with her phone, but I'm not sure what she plans to do with it - she's not going to find it on Google, and even if she's a State drone and has access to the DMV database my record's pretty spotless (plus, I doubt the police are going to care that someone cut her off in a parking lot). Maybe she'll post it to a road rage website?

Frankly, I feel sorry for her more than anything - they must've been having a pretty awful day to get that upset over something that minor. Or have serious trigger issues around driving. Or both. Whatever the case, I don't envy them.

Okay, time for the shower I've been waiting for all day. Huzzah!

Yeesh.

Sunny weather in Juneau makes everybody insane. We just can't handle it. That's all there is to it.

I stopped at the grocery store to pick up nacho ingredients for dinner, and when I got to the checkout the lines were all incredibly long. Not your usual "rush hour after work" long, but "five people with full carts in front of you all curving off to the left because there's no room for them to line up straight" long. A pain, for sure, but such is life, and I entertained myself texting people about (you guessed it) how long the lines were.

The real doozy came a bit later, as I was pulling out of the parking space. I saw a car sitting half-in half-out of the exit lane, apparently standing still, so I move to go around it. Unfortunately, it must have started moving as I went past, because when I pulled in front of it, the driver started whaling on their horn. Not the short, "Oy, watch out" kind of beep, but the long, drawn-out, "You hit my car, asshole!" beeps. Thing was, I hadn't hit them (I've hit things in my car in the past, I'm pretty sure I know what it feels like) and while I felt bad for cutting them off, I wasn't going to get out of the car just so they could yell at me - especially not after glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing the woman in the passenger's seat apparently having an aneurysm, she was that upset. I noticed her taking a picture of my license plate with her phone, but I'm not sure what she plans to do with it - she's not going to find it on Google, and even if she's a State drone and has access to the DMV database my record's pretty spotless (plus, I doubt the police are going to care that someone cut her off in a parking lot). Maybe she'll post it to a road rage website?

Frankly, I feel sorry for her more than anything - they must've been having a pretty awful day to get that upset over something that minor. Or have serious trigger issues around driving. Or both. Whatever the case, I don't envy them.

Okay, time for the shower I've been waiting for all day. Huzzah!