No more nice girl.

Today I woke up with a fuck-you-attitude.

I know that because of what happened as I was walking to school. I came across a big Dodge Ram truck parked on the sidewalk. It was blocking my way and in order to cross I had to climb an ice bank.

(Here in SmallTown, sidewalks are at a premium. They start up in the middle of nowhere and then end just as abruptly as they started. There might be a sidewalk running for a block on the east side of the street, but then it stops, and if you look across the street, there's the sidewalk again. It's totally random. So as a walker I like use those random pieces of concrete, well, because if you think about it someone took the effort to put them there, albeit randomly. I'm hoping that when Peak Oil really hits, they'll just fill in the holes and then sidewalks will be contiguous again.)

Back to my story. The owner of this big Dodge Ram truck was outside and so in my I'm-from-the-city-fuck-you tone, yours truly called out,

"Sidewalks are for walking not for parking."

The owner, a man, responded, "Sorry Hon, Not today."

Normally, I'd let it drop. But I think it was because he called me "hon." Well, fuck you. So I called back, "Yeah, well you and your small dick will be walking every day after Peak oil."

Probably not such a good idea in frontier land where guns abound and it's open season on irritating little girls.

P.S. I wish that smokers would take their cigarette smoke and stuff it where I don't have to inhale it.

Now I feel better.