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Good people for the most part... until they get behind the wheel of a car and then even Mel Gibson in that one movie where he's like a tough man, and there are all these crazy people in this apocalyptic world after some WWIII or something, I think it was Passion of the Road Warrior, or something like that. Well that's Phoenix during rush hour. You just grab your junk and pray you'll make it home alive.
There are some serious car jackoffs out there:
1) Lane - What Lane? - those folks who think that a 5 lane highway is meant only for them, and if they have to use all 5 lanes in a 100 yard span, well then 'F' the rest of you.
2) Dodge the immigrant in the back of the truck - those landscape guys who travel with half of their crew in the cab of the pickup up and I'm right behind them waiting for them to hit a bump and watch them fly.
3)Young Text/Talk Girl - yeah she's hot, but she's going to kill someone as she checks her text for a message from Chad to see if they are going to go to the mall on Saturday. You won't be so hot with a fender through your head, honey.
4) Your Grandmother - she's 80. Take her license away, unless you really are hankering to collect on that inheritance just a few years earlier.
5) The cops - I love 'em when I need 'em, but damn if when I need 'em I don't see 'em.
I do like the fact that everyone has a pool though. I don't have one, but all my friends do so I basically just make the rounds on any given week and I cycle through most of them about every 2 weeks. No one has caught on yet.
Yeah, Phoenix is all right. At least it's not St. Paul.
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