Bumper Stickers On my way
Bumper Stickers
On my way to work this morning (late as usual) I passed 2 different cars with disturbing bumper stickers. The first was a VW Beetle with a sticker on the back window that read “I [heart] Macedonia”. Granted, I live in Astoria, the home for most of the Greek population in NY, but, maybe I am crazy, but does Macedonia still exist. I guess it does. What do they do there? I am as a big a fan as Alexander the Great as the next, maybe moreso, but, “What have you done for me lately?” is the question that comes to mind when I see bumper stickers like this.
The other sticker was even scarier. It read “God is my pilot.” OK. I am not a religious guy. I think wars in foreign lands over who’s God was born where and who’s land is holier is rediculous, but I respect people’s rights to worship - as long as they’re good people in the end…But, I am sorry, God (I don’t care which one) is not driving your fucking car. No way. God doesn’t care about your car. I expect that He prefer’s you to deal with the driving and paying attention to the road thing, while he tried to deal with the Middle East and IMPORTANT shit like that. I wanted to smash the window in and leave a sign that asked if God did auto body and window work too. Holy shit, this sort of thing makes me mad. And I wonder why people are such bad drivers in Queens. They probably all have their hand off the wheel and are using Rosary Beads to steer.
Speaking of bad driving, you should check out this funny link about driving. Thanks Tom.
