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Anyone who’s been keeping an eye on The Nudge Wink Report may have noticed it’s been quiet. I can’t confess to know why for everyone else, but for me, it’s been all about work – new job means new time constraints and a change to my patterns – there’s been a bit of a learning curve!

However, I am still here and I hope I speak for everyone else when I say so is The Nudge Wink Report. We’re an eccentric, nutty bunch of satirists (is that a word?) and we’re here to save the world, one bad pun at a time!

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I'm the one leaning out the car window, shaking my fist and shooting death beams from my eyes.

I’m the one leaning out the car window, shaking my fist and shooting death beams from my eyes.

Dear Guy Camping Out In the Middle Lane of the Highway,

You probably don’t remember me as you seemed totally oblivious to anything around you, but mine was the car stuck directly behind you for eons* on the highway the other day.

Traffic was heavy, but not stop-and-go.  If that were the case it wouldn’t have mattered where you hung out.  No, traffic was heavy, but it was moving…until it reached you.  You had pitched your tent in the middle lane and there you stayed going a steady, unwavering 60 miles per hour.  The speed limit was 70.  And I was stuck behind you going a steady, unwavering 60 miles per hour because traffic was whizzing by us going 75  miles per hour in both the right and left lanes.  I could not get out of your slip stream.

When I was finally able to pass, I looked over at you.  Perhaps you felt the Twin Laser Beams of Righteous Fury shooting out of my eyeballs and through your skull?  But I don’t think so.  You continued to stare straight ahead, complacent and oblivious, wearing a slightly slack-jawed, bovine expression.

I get why you don’t want to be in the right lane; you don’t want to deal with merging and exiting traffic.  I totally get it.  But tough doo-doo for you, buddy boy, because the right lane IS the hangout lane.  The middle lane isn’t.  The right lane is where you belong when you’re:

  1. Not passing anyone
  2. About to exit
  3. Going the speed limit or below

Especially if you’re going below the speed limit.  Then, the right lane is the ONLY place for you.

Islands In the Stream can be a good thing…when it’s a song by Dolly and Kenny.  When those islands are clueless dip-wads who make everyone else swim around them on a busy, 3 lane highway at rush hour?  Not so good.

Let me conclude by saying, on behalf of everybody stuck behind you, from the bottom of my heart (and I don’t think I’m exaggerating here): we hate you.

Move over.

Regards,

Peg-o-Leg

*It was about 1-1/2 minutes which, as any student of science knows, is an eon as time is measured via Quantum Vehicular Physics.

It’s no secret that I have more than my share of pet peeves (like women who squat, pee on the toilet seat and don’t clean it up), phobias (like the fear of getting to the airport late as in

https://nudgewinkreport.wordpress.com/2014/07/30/so-this-is-your-brain-on-anxiety/)

and the…

)))***!!!   3 sayings that make me scream out exclamation points   !!!***(((

1. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Really?  Is that like saying whatever doesn’t make you fatter keeps you healthy?  If that’s so, perhaps I should eat paper and stop exercising?  That makes just about as much sense.  Don’t you people know anything? 

We’re all going to die eventually, and it doesn’t matter how strong you are when that happens.  Here’s the strongest person on Earth killing the last (and 2nd strongest) person on Earth. machinegun Once the food runs out, s/he’ll be dead, too. The only thing whatever doesn’t kill you CAN do (while you’re waiting to die) is turn you into a psychopath (see #3), a sociopath, or make you just plain crazy. Read the rest of this entry »