What? Are you kidding me?

Just saw this article on 9news.com this morning. Another seething moment. We are facing major issues with gas prices, everyone is preaching being green and Denver RTD is considering cutting back on their light rail service, even cancelling an entire line, that has only recently been built and opened. My opinion, if they need to make cuts, cut some of the bus runs that are using the fuel, not the electric light rail system. Once again, are you kidding me?

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As most of my readers know, it takes a lot to get me riled up. One of my peeves, however peaked recently and it's still got me seething a bit. I am not a smoker, and have never been one, except for the occasional cigar, so maybe I just don't understand. I am truly enjoying Colorado's smoking ban in how I don't smell all smokey after a night of pool in a bar. I have friends who smoke, but they are much more considerate than some of those out there that have grabbed my by the knickers and got them in a twist. The phrase that comes to mind, every time I see it happening is,"my world is not your ashtray." The biggest offenders are the ones who feel the need to flick their mostly smoked cancer butt out the window of their car. The excuse I've heard is that they don't want their car to smell of cigarette butts, or they don't really have anyplace to put them. My thought, your car already stinks from smoking in it, and you remembered to bring your cigarettes and your lighter, why not a soda can or cup or use the ashtray that some cars actually still have. The offenders that drop a butt on the ground and either step on it or not are second worst. When the butts are littered all around the ashtray that the establishment has placed for you, but not in it, drives me crazy. And finally, sitting on the only seats near the door of the bar, creating a cloud you have to walk through to get to your car, or to use your cell phone. Thanks. I understand that nicotine is harder to kick than heroin, but I don't condone trying heroin instead. Enjoy your vice, I will enjoy mine, just remember that mine don't make an ashtray of your environment, please don't make one of mine. 'nuf said.

Sometimes it Fits.....

Not my story, but one to share anyway.
I was having trouble with my computer. So I called Eric, the 11 year old next door, whose bedroom looks like Mission Control and asked him to come over. Eric clicked a couple of buttons and solved the problem. As he was walking away, I called after him, 'So, what was wrong?
He replied, 'It was an ID ten T error.'I didn't want to appear stupid, but nonetheless inquired, 'An, ID ten T error? What's that? In case I need to fix it again.'Eric grinned.... 'Haven't you ever heard of an ID ten T error before? ''No,' I replied.
'Write it down,' he said, 'and I think you'll figure it out.'
So I wrote down: I D 1 0 T
I used to like Eric.............