Thursday, September 24, 2009
DAMN YOU, WILLIAM PHELPS ENO!
The lovely little village in which we reside in, some time ago decided to rip out the major intersections and replace them with traffic circles, or Roundabouts. I guess they wanted to class up the joint, make it seem like we’re all British. I like them because I can fly through them shirtless with the top down on the jeep at high speed blaring Rammstein. All, without spilling my martini.
The latest roundabout had sat half finished for quite awhile, I’m guessing until today. At 5:00AM I’m sheepishly heading for the intrastate, trying to get the iPod to play some System of a Down when suddenly the curve to the left around the construction project overnight turned into a sudden swerve to the right. That’s when I screamed:
“Damn you William Phelps Eno! Damn you for being the Father of American traffic safety!"
Well….I would of screamed that if I was able to reach my iPhone and Google “American traffic circle” but it was resting peacefully between the passenger seat and the door upon my newly two dimensional banana.