wickedflea | friday five

I don't know why I'm posting this.

1. Do you have a car? If so, what kind of car is it? Yup, a '99 Mazda Protege.

2. Do you drive very often? Not as much as I used to. When I lived in Mississippi, I practically lived in my car. Here I take the bus to work, so a lot of days I don't drive at all. I kinda miss it.

3. What's your dream car? I've been sitting here thinking about it for a couple of minutes, and I really don't know! I think those little BMW convertibles are cool, though I can't picture myself in one. If money were no object, I might want to get something old -- like a ZZ Top car or one of those pimped-out 70s vans with carpet and curtains and shit. Oh, that reminds me -- right before I moved from Starkville, I kept seeing this lime green Caprice Classic with a fucking chandelier in it.

4. Have you ever received a ticket? Um, yes. Six that I can think of. I'm a menace.

5. Have you ever been in an accident? Yep, several, last in 1992.

All of this car talk reminds me of something that happened when I was driving today -- I stuck my head out the window and yelled, "TURN LANE, BABY, TURN LANE!" at some woman who insisted on blocking both lanes of northbound traffic while she waited for an opening in the southbound traffic. I can't remember ever screaming at anyone in traffic like that before. Well, not because of something they did, anyway. I've often screamed at people in cars next to me for no good reason, though. Try it sometime -- it's fun! Scares the shit out of 'em.