Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Also, I scratched the truck today on a garbage can parallel parking. There was a time when I was a good driver. At 16 I finagled my way down Broadway in a Dodge Daytona (a bullet!) determined to find the ultimate prom dress, snagging a parking spot in midtown without a care. At 20 I would drive my soft-top Wrangler (the equivalent of a pup-tent on wheels) ten hours from Virginia Tech to NYC like it was nothing. Now I drive to Cobble Hill like an old lady, hunched over the wheel, slowing down at green lights - distracted even by the ho-hum fashions of the neighborhood. I get lots of honking horns and a healthy array of obscenities yelled at me followed by the necessary "LADY!"
Lastly, the average Ritter SPORT has 600 calories. Which means, you could eat one in place of a meal. I just did.