Zeb's Grumbles

I hate going to town. Id jus soon get tangled with a mountain lion who jus had his behind rubbed raw with a corn cob and sprinkled with turpentine. Thatd be alot better than dealin with this generation of people.

After doin my monthly grocery tradin, I was headin down to do one last stop when the red light caught me. There wuz a car in front of me as well as one behind. I set thar with my eye on the light, ready to souse down on the gas at the first sign of a green. Light turned green and I just about rear ended the car in front. She was settin thar like she didnt have a care in the world. Then I notice she had her distraction box held to her face lookin at it. Distraction box is what I call them cellular phones everbodies packin around. Cause thats zackly what it is. Well, just when the light went yeller, she pulled out. Leavin me with the red. I wuz a fummin! That lo down, good fer nuthin young whippersnapper has no respect for herself, let alone anybody else. After finally getting another green, I floored it. I wuz determinded to catch that careless female and give her a piece of this ol godgers mind. I found her at the next light casually doing her, facbookin, I guess. I pulled up beside her and reached over to roll the ol trucks winder down. After strugglin for a bit, I raised up to start shakin my finger at her, when I got a shock that jus blindsided me. That lil ol woman had to be older than me. Grannies got a facebook! As I sat thar with my piehole gappin open, she turned, smiled, and pulled out. Now I was the one setting at a green light. Go figure. Zeb out.