This morning I drove down I-71 to meet my parents and pick up Ashley. Mary’s back from New York, Ash is back from my parents and all is right with the world. I enjoy a day or two by myself, but after that, I get kinda antsy to see them again.
My good mood was dampered a bit on the drive down, though. Doesn’t it drive you insane when you are driving in the fast lane, and some yahoo is going 65 MPH? It’s at those times when I wish I had twin machine guns mounted on my Ford Contour. For any blog readers out there that are too young to drive, listen up. On the highway, the left lane is the fast lane/passing lane. When someone rides up on your ass and you are in the fast lane–GET OVER. If some crazy whacko (me) wants to drive 80–get out of his way. In fact, don’t even BE in the left lane if you plan on driving the speed limit. It’s bad form, and it’s also dangerous.
When this happens to me, I refuse to go around the doofus doing 65. I sit behind him/her, flash my brights, wave my hands and generally get annoyed. So I travel behind the lady in the powder blue mini van for 5 miles, doing 65 and getting angrier by the mile marker. Not only because she’s doing 65 in the passing lane but because she’s driving a powder blue mini van.
Finally, she realizes that she needs to exit and then bolts three lanes over and zooms off the exit. By now I want to fire a rocket at the powder blue mini van but she’s gone so I begin to relax.
Then, I see the sign.
First off, the highway from Columbus to Cincy is mostly farmland and small towns. Well, Farmer Brown put a HUGE billboard on his property that sits right on the highway border. A black billboard with HUGE white block letters that says, “IF YOU DIED TODAY WHERE WOULD YOU SPEND ETERNITY?”
Before I have a time to consider the question, there is another huge black billboard with white letters about 200 yards down the road that reads, “HELL IS REAL!”
And I’m thinking, hey pal you’re telling me, did you see that lady driving the powder blue mini van?