Late. Again.

Damn, it!!! I was late again today. For the second time this week.

I ask myself, why do I always get stuck behind some bloody moron who drives 10km/hr below the speed limit or takes about 10 seconds to react to a green light when I'm driving to work and back???

Worse thing is they all seem to take the term "stop sign" a little too literally.

Aren't you suppose to stop, but after you stop, you're suppose to go again??? Maybe the good people at the city council need to redesign the stop sign so that it should read "STOP - Then Go Again. Fast." My point here is not to complain about my commute. Lord knows, if you want to read about my drive to and from work, I've written plenty of mundane stuff about that here to fill you in on that. My reason for writing is that I have noticed something strange, almost eerie, about the people who get in my way and that they all drive Toyota Camrys.

I swear, this has never happened to me before. For a few times this month, and the months before this and without fail, every person who gets in my way, preventing me from getting to a parking spot with enough time to navigate through the parking spaces, prefers the Toyota Camry as their vehicle of choice. Even the lady that ran the red light and tried to hit me on Tuesday was driving a Toyota Camry. I do not intend to offend all Toyota Camry drivers out there. Why, my Becca is a Toyota herself and I love her much but I do realise that the odds are approximately one in eight that if you are reading this, you yourself drive a Toyota Camry.

Don't get me wrong, I have been informed that there are some good people who drive Toyota Camrys, including Eddie Van Halen and Nelson Mandela. And there is also Mr Ha, my neighbour and he's a good person. But seriously, I believe the cause of my problems goes much deeper than the simple fact that Toyota Camry people cannot drive. The obvious answer is that there is some sinister group of evil people whose sole mission in life is to make me spend more time in my car. For whatever reason, they want me to be late for work in the morning and late for my appointment at the fortress of servitude in the evenings.

I have yet to determined with any certainty which group is behind this. Or what purpose they have in delaying my traveling activities. Maybe God is showing me a sign. But whatever it is and whoever is behind this, the next damn Camry that gets in my way will definitely get the finger from me.

I swear.