I am utterly confounded about the drivers that plague the streets of Las Vegas. Last time I checked, passing a driver's exam and agreeing to uphold the laws of the state of Nevada did not include almost running innocent drivers like myself off of the road. I had such an experience today while I was on my way home from work. There I was, minding my own business in my own lane, when out of nowhere, a huge white Lincoln Navigator got way too close to flattening me. It only took me a few seconds to conclude that my almost assassin was a mom talking on her phone. She had no idea that she ran into my lane.
One of my favorite conversations to have with people is about the drivers in Vegas. The conversation usually starts with something like " Oh, you haven't seen bad drivers until you've spent a day in ( insert random city here)." Usually that random city is somewhere in Idaho. Being the somewhat snide person I am when dealing with such close-minded people, I always bring up that I live in Vegas, and that you have not had a dangerous driving experience until you have tried going to the Fashion Show Mall on a Saturday. The strip is an automotive shark tank, and I can bear witness of that with all of my heart.
Anyway, I don't want those that read my blog that I am solely deprecating person, so I will stop with my driving rant here. I hope all of you enjoyed the extra-long weekend. I know I did. Goodnight all, and may you all wake up with a head start on the day.