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Driving in Baltimore

I often complain about the way people drive around here. The stereotype is the 15 passenger GMC van that doesn't stop at stop signs, makes short left-turns and wide right-turns and drives on the wrong side of the road. It's really a frustrating experience, especially on Fridays (I use my horn often. My wife has still not gotten used to that).
These driving skills often play out at the supermarket as well. People amble along with their carts, stopping dead in the middle of an aisle as they ponder their next move, blocking it completely for everyone else. They come out of aisles, completely blind, and don't bother to stop. They often are so unaware of their environment that saying "Excuse me" doesn't work. Today, my daughter and I went shopping for groceries at the local supermarket (my wife read my blog and started to bother me about how lazy I am and how I don't help out as much as I could). We had a pretty big shopping list and - because I'm not so familiar with the layout of the store (I usually go there for emergency milk runs and the like) - there was a lot of going back and forth. Needless to say, it was bad...

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Deborah Langer said…
Nice to see you still got some of that Israeli antagonist in you! Happy blogging! BTW - my daughter actually was saying "Fkers"... needless to say I tried to reduce my swearing while in the car, "silly man!" Not quite the same but...we parents do what we can.
Shavua Tov, Deb

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