Somehow, I got in my mind to come in REAL early and work out in the gym before work. I’m seeing my doctor about this problem. The current prescription: Sit in front of the TV all night eating Doritos and sucking down beers while practicing the phone number combinations for all the local pizza joints that deliver.
So anyway, I’m on I-95 coming in, only one eye open because I’m not awake yet, and I notice that I’m in a traffic jam. I’m wondering who are all these idiots that get up this early to come to work at 6 AM? (I did notice a guy looking at me the same way). This traffic jam is pretty tight; nothing is moving other than the land masses around me. That’s kinda odd I said to myself. I look down at my speedometer and discover that I’m going 90 miles per hour (that’s 90 MPH for our British friends). Oh, I say to myself, a 90 mile per hour parking lot. If we all wreck, does hell have a “HOV” lane? And if it does, is it blocked off because it’s under construction?
Just as I’m waking up, the sun goes away. I look around me and find that I’m surrounded by huge trucks. Then I noticed that all the trucks are from the same company. Big logo on the side: “Disc Space Conservation Society – Did you delete the story after you read to your child today?” So do me a favor and don’t save these localy. I can’t get up much earlier than this.
By the way, anyone living in and around Bel Air, MD. – Could you forward the name and phone number of the good pizza delivery places. Better yet, why don’t we start a Lotus Notes database on all the good pizza delivery places around the world so our people can tap in whenever they get to a new client sight.
