Balls, Conceit, or Senility

The time change signifies two things I hate, the return of snowbird traffic, and 5:04pm darkness. Blech! The combination of the two is a double-whammy, due to my genetic limited night-visibility. If you're unfamiliar with snowbirds, I'll tell you that A. Locals love them because they inject money into the economy of the Valley, and B. Locals hate them because they figured out how to live somewhere during the summer months that does not involve 120+ degree weather.

Now, snowbird traffic is really an artform. They somehow manage to turn a 700 series BMW into a death-machine. The surprise is in the way this death-machine performs. Say, deciding IN the intersection that they now want to turn left, as opposed to their forward direction of travel. Too bad the left turn lane has a red. Well, in that case you would just brake, turn your wheels to the left, signal, and wait for a green light. No one would mind, right? You'd think the root of the word INTERSECTion would trigger just a little apprehension. Seriously, how does one think its OK to sit in the middle of an intersection. Is it balls, conceit, or senility?

As an aside, Halloween was great fun last night. I had a few good scares, and learned an important parenting skill: before you dress your kid up in an elaborate strapped-in/helmeted/gloved/cape-wearing costume, the kid should pee. BTW, thanks for Catherine Porter for a rockin Halloween party Saturday, and John Stanley King for playing songs like Superstition to keep me dancing all night.