What a day. Walked ~2.5 miles, mowed a lawn, got talked into mowing their neighbor's lawn, borrowed the mower, walked ALMOST 2.5 miles back, pushing it...
...and was walking across an intersection (in crosswalk lane, with green light AND walk signal) when this stupid c*nt came flying into the intersection, attempted to turn right, saw me,
panicked - and smashed into the front driver's corner of a truck (stopped for his red light) hard enough to bump it right up against the high curb.
I figured I'd do my civic duty (
) so I stood there on the sidewalk until the cop arrived. Didn't say a word to anyone while cop had woman in his car giving her report, then the driver of the truck did the same. Cop then walked up to me (guess I'm not worthy to sit in the a/c?) and - without bothering to ask me what my point of view was - said, "She swears up and down it's not her fault and that you must have been crossing against the light."
Well, IF that were true, it would have meant that the dumb <BLEEP>
ran a red light at speed, since this particular intersection has the pedestrian and vehicular signals mirrored (walk when green, flashing don't walk when yellow, solid don't walk when red) - and that's what I told the Keystone Kop, word for word.
Both drivers were standing nearby, waiting on tow trucks / rides / whatever, so of course they heard the above exchange. The guy driving the truck said, "It sure as sh!t wasn't
mine! I was stopped at a red light." He looked mad enough to give her a good thumping.
The woman - I guess - felt the need to say
something, so she looked at me and said, "It wasn't MY fault because I didn't see you." (WtF kind of "logic" is that?!)
Y'all know me, lol, and my lack of filters. I replied, "I guess that isn't surprising since you also managed to not see the
big-@ss BRIGHT RED lawnmower that I was pushing, either - or the 3/4-ton extended cab white Dodge pickup that you decided to use for a brake."
As far as I could tell, the woman didn't get a ticket. Cop said there wasn't enough evidence to make a determination as to who was at fault, dumb SOB.
I felt sorry for the driver of the truck. First thing he said to me was that he was glad I was sticking around to talk to the cop since he only had liability insurance. Been there, done that - if nobody gets a ticket, it'll probably be "each person's insurance can cover their own vehicle." So he's probably screwed.
So, anyway, it's hot, humid, I'm not feeling all that great to begin with because I woke up with my shoulder still sore from a recent partial dislocation... No nicotine, no THC (of course), no caffeine, half dehydrated, running seriously behind schedule at this point, so I figure I'll head a couple blocks back and a couple over so I can blow a dollar on a little bottle of Dr. Pepper from a vending machine (yeah, I know...).
BtW, the pop machine ripped me off.
I get home, make it to the shed, pry the door open, grab the gas can and-- FAAAAAAAAAAAAWK! No gas. I stick the mower in the shed, lock it, hike to the gas station (that I passed an hour or so back), see that I have just enough to get a gallon of gasoline, get it, walk in to pay...
...where I see that they have two-liter bottles of Dr. Pepper on sale for 89 cents each instead of their normal price of $1.99. <SIGH> Oh well. Not even a slightly surprising - just another day in the life of...
I walked back home (no excitement along the way), hobble up the porch steps, unlock my door, lighten myself by several ounces (lol), come back out, unlock the shed, pry the door open again, pull out the mower, fill it up with gas, fire it up...
...and it starts raining.
I just thought I'd share. Because I'm sure that there are at least a couple members here who, when I occasionally fail to maintain the mask of sunny cheerfulness and Grumpy Ol' Fart shines through the cracks in the facade, find themselves wondering, "Why is he not full of positivity today? Was it something that
I did?"
No, probably not (but you never know
) . More likely, I've just had another slightly below average (for me) day and my subconscious is sending some serious "You know I don't really care much for PEOPLE, and here you go trying to interact with some again. I'll show
you" signals to me.
But dumb old me, ignorantly sitting at ground-freaking-zero... just keeps typing away, attempting to be...
sociable. That's usually when the assholeness starts leaking out.
So. Do not adjust your sets-- err, I mean it's likely
not your fault (unless you happen to be one of those passive-aggressive schmucks, lol). I admit it. Past, present, and future - it's just me. Apologies all around, and all that.
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled program...
Sue: Congratulations on the upcoming lighting upgrade. Someone REALLY LIKES you, for sure.
Did someone mention that they discontinued the Dr Grinspoon?
If you can't find it, look for a strain called Quaze Haze. Seems like eight or ten years ago I read where some guy was griping that Barney's used forum pictures of (his) Quaze in their Dr. Grinspoon ads, lol.
Or Jerry Garcia by Reeferman Seeds. It's been a while, but the guy from Reeferman once stated that
Grinspoon is a strait up knock off of jerry Garcia panama red x oregon purple thai seed line .
Failing either, you could try looking for an old-school Mexican that was either originally from Thailand or crossed with a Thai strain. I was heavily into the Oaxacan for a while, years ago, and I kind of suspected it to have Thai influences. Seemed to be a recognizable connection vis-à-vis taste and effect - and they both produced at least as much seeded bud as sinsemilla.
There was also a line called Stringy Haze, IIRC, that was some kind of southeast Asian (guessing Thai) and Columbian cross. Looked like the "classic Dr. Grinspoon" pictures.
Could be all one strain or merely so similar that one couldn't really tell the difference between any two of them, lol.
What was that woman smoking? Lol!
I'm not the only person I know who works best with free access to cannabis. 
