Yeah, mother nature dumped another foot of snow on the ground last night and today, whatever. As we were driving to the store on SR 306 (for those of you who don't know... forget it... anyone who reads this knows what driving on 306 is like). 45 MPH, big plow trucks, lots of snow, and who do we pass? A runner running in the middle of the snowstorm. Now, I am all for physical fitness, but it really pissed me off. And I will tell you why. If someone were to hit him, be it a plow truck or just an everyday driver, WHOSE FAULT IS IT? OURS! These people just don't realize that they are more of a hazard than the snow itself. We have to swerve around them, causing us to go left of center, through the slushy, slippery median and into oncoming traffic. I was really hoping a plow truck would come and just douse him in snow. Not hit him with the plow or injure him in any way... but just something that would let him know what an asshole he is.
On a side note, we ate at Alladin's today... freakin delicious. Greek Pitza and the Ali Baba Pitza. Can't wait to go back and try some of the other stuff
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