Boxed In

Departure Time: 7:09
Arrival Time: 7:45
Weather as I call it: Cloudy
Paper Guy: Wearing some snazzy running pants...two stripes on the sides. Pretty good for protecting against winter winds.
Shady Gas Price: $2.23
Yelled at other drivers: No
Feared for my life: No

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Two vans boxed me in on Storrow. The guy in front of me kept braking and braking. Pretty annoying...but it reminds me of this scene:

Ian: You could fold this though.
Nigel: Well, no then it's half the size.
Ian: Not the bread, you could fold the meat.
Nigel: Yeah, but then it, then it breaks up, breaks apart like this.
Ian: No, no, no, you put it on the bread like this, you see
Nigel: But then, if you keep folding it, it keeps breaking...
Ian: Why do you keep folding it?
Nigel: And then you...everyhing has to be folded, and then it's this,
and I don't want this I want large bread so that I can put
this...
Ian: Right
Nigel: ...so then it's like this, this does not work because
then...it's all....
Ian: 'cause it hangs out like that?
Nigel: Look...
Ian: Yeah.
Nigel: Would you been holding this?
Ian: No, I don't want to eat...I wouldn't want to put that in my mouth, no
you're right, Nigel, you're right...


Look at the duration of the trip. I think I might have ran a red light to get to work that fast.

Happy Friday. I am off Monday, so check back then...