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Jan. 8th, 2004 02:04 amMy parents came up to visit on New Year's Day. My dad is afraid of cats, so we kept having to lock Nisa in the bedroom. Then we'd lock dad in the office when Nisa needed to get out. At one point, Nisa snuck out and my dad scurried and screamed. He scared Nisa. I had to yell at him to bring him down. This is a man that can get along with anyone on the planet in a couple languages but he can't deal with mewling furriness. I was never that bad.
On Saturday, we drove from our place to a chinese restaurant in Lexington (net ten miles). My parents were leaving directly from Lexington, so we drove in separate cars. My cousin took the lead and we found ourselves going 40 MPH on I-93.
If you don't live in a major city, it's hard to understand the threat of the far right lane. When you're on an expressway in the middle of nowhere, the right lane is exactly where the slow, the lost and everyone not passing belong. In Boston, the far right lane of route 128 or route 93 is where someone will merge into your car from the onramp. If you really want to space out, you head to the second lane from the right. My parents didn't know this. ( Where I'm going with this. )
On Saturday, we drove from our place to a chinese restaurant in Lexington (net ten miles). My parents were leaving directly from Lexington, so we drove in separate cars. My cousin took the lead and we found ourselves going 40 MPH on I-93.
If you don't live in a major city, it's hard to understand the threat of the far right lane. When you're on an expressway in the middle of nowhere, the right lane is exactly where the slow, the lost and everyone not passing belong. In Boston, the far right lane of route 128 or route 93 is where someone will merge into your car from the onramp. If you really want to space out, you head to the second lane from the right. My parents didn't know this. ( Where I'm going with this. )
