just a little something to waste my time, and yours. While we were on the road for several hours today making our way to Hespeler to celebrate the whole holiday thing with my dad's family, there was an accident of some sort on the 401, much ahead of us, when we got there it the police cars were packing up the pylons, but it was enough to back us up for a long time and more than doubled our travel time. And I don't know how many of you have been backed up on the 401, but it is three lanes, and moving at the pace we were, you stay with generally the same cars in the lanes beside you for kilometres at a time. So rather than do anything useful with my time in the car (i had my isp books sitting at my feet) here's what i like to do, i sit with my headphones on and watch the people sitting in the cars around us. It's quite amusing and then i create names for the people based on anything i can asume about them. So here are a few of my favourites. ( and i do apoligize if anyone knows these people and finds this offensive :)
- The Mafia: a van carrying 5 people, three kids in the back, a man with grey hair driving, and the passenger, which is where the name for this one came from. He was young, mid 20-30s, and was wearing a turtleneck and a leather jacket, but the best part was the slicked back hair. who honestly wears their hair like that? totally stepped out of some Italian "family" movie scene.
- The Asian-Americans: nothing racist here, simply stems from the fact that they were obviously of Asian descent and had an Ohio license plate. the only reason they are worth mentioning is because the passenger was asleep and everytime we passed them he was in a different, but equally awkward position. it was just funny.
- Billy the Greaser: young guy, maybe 20 driving a shit box, chain-smoking. Just looked like he should be named Billy, always had a scowl on his face when we passed him.
- Fuzzy Head: just because the wife was wearing this huge, white, fuzzy headband
- The Magic Couple: their license plate was something like MAJEST and they were laughing away, the woman kept taking pictures of her guy while he was driving.
- Radiohead: A mother and her two children, but the one in the front seat looked someone who will be living at home for most of his life, and was oblivious to the world with his headphones on.
- The Fat Russians: A family of four, driving some white Cadillac. All overweight, and they just looked Russian.
- The Good Canadian: Single guy, driving a red Sunfire with a maple leaf shaped air freshener hanging from his mirror, and a jesus fish on his bumper.
- The Blondes, and the Redheads: both cars with three people, all with matching hair
- The Bridge Players: your typical senior couple, the tiny frail woman who could probably kick your ass, and the grandfather with huge glasses and a plaid shirt
- Cold Hard Bitch: yes, i was listening to Jet when i saw this woman. She was alone, driving a black Trailblazer and she looked really pissed off, but i'm pretty sure that was just her neutral expression. rather scary.
- The Barones: two guys, most likely brothers who honestly could have passed for Raymond and Robert (from Everybody Loves Raymond).
- and my favourite that sadly only stayed with us a few exits, The Hipsters: a couple in their 30s driving a white VW Beetle with the license plate VNLABEN (vanilla bean i think) and a disco ball swinging from their mirror. They clearly thought they were still hip, but tragically it just wasnt working for them.
The things traffic does to your head, and the fact that i remember them a good 10 hours later...
and i'm not claiming to be creatively clever with these, they were just a way to temporarily amuse myself, rather than be completely bored out of my mind.
now playing: waiting by Billy Klippert... you remember him, the third place Canadian Idol, but the guy with more talent than the top two... I will admit the whole album (self-titled if you want to find it lol) does sound a little amateur, but worthwhile nonetheless. :D
ponder this: so much can happen in 18 days.
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