Dingbats and Boxters

Dingbats and Boxters

People are idiots, and groups are even more idiotic than people taken singly.

This morning on my commute, I encountered heavy traffic, so I turned on the Radio to listen to the traffic report. What JOY! There are TEN accidents this morning!

OK, so I'm screwed.

Therefore, I sit in traffic and ruminate on the silliness of my current activity.

I do nothing more than move electronic bits from here to there. I could just as easily do this from home. The problem is that apparently management does not trust us to move the bits from here to there on our own. So like bats we fly back and forth to the work cave each day.

You'd think avoiding paying for an office, power, etc would be plenty of economic incentive for a company to get people to work from home, but I guess not. It probably has something to do with promoting the impression that managers are actively managing many people, so they can hire underlings to do real work, get promotions and look busy or something.

*SIGH*

When I do I finally get to work where I learned a jolly friend of mine who drives a Truck - we'll call him "Grizzly" - who incidentally also doesn't need to drive to work to do his job - was involved in one of the accidents.

'Thump!" A cute little minx in a bright red Porsche Boxter drove up under Grizzly's big silver Mopar bumper when he was stopped at a light. The buxom young woman's shapely legs and yellow mini-skirt gave quite a thrill when she got out. Sadly, the commute-time fantasy soured (as the yammering commenced). When the policeman arrived, Ms. mini-skirt accused Grizzly of backing into her! I guess she thought her pert buttocks and ample cleavage would cloud the cops judgment. The officer listened... and then began writing three tickets - to her.

She came unglued.

Our intrepid law enforcer told her she might want to check her makeup.

She had a lipstick smear from lip to ear.

The tow truck arrived. The wounded Boxter was removed from the ass-end of my friend's truck, and was dragged away. Grizzly smiled, said "thanks" to the cop, and "Hey if you don't need me, I'm going to work." Off he went.

All of which could be prevented if we didn't make everyone go to the bat cave to show how important and necessary we all are. Well, at least there was the mini-skirt.