Excuse me, your glind is leaking

The carpool has been a magical journey into the heartland of the American dream. Everyday, we are allowed two hours to contemplate the road, and occasionally get a glimpse into the secret world of other drivers. For instance, today there was this dude that was laughing so hard he was crying. He was all alone, and my first thought was that it must be ta-ta Tuesday. But I think that it is more likely that he had just seen the vanity license plate 'assmenat.'

Another great thing about the carpool is that we are never afraid to take it to the next level. I have just the thing that will project us into the world of legend. We need to ghost ride the whip!!! Imagine what a bonding experience this would be, as we fly down the highway during rush hour traffic. Seeing how my car was finally christened 'The Glind' from the carpooligan bible, Naked Lunch, I think that we should experience this commuting pleasure soon. By the way, we really need to install a glind on my car. http://www.glind.com.au/htm/default.asp That way we could all save a good 15 minutes and shower outside the office. I'm sure Wiline would sincerely enjoy this :) Maybe we can even charge it to Planktos!

Corporal Kong and the Carpooligans

That's right, we could be a singing group. Dave is quite the front man, let me tell you.

I have been talking about making a sign for the car for a few weeks. It would read something like this: "Turning signals are a good idea." This is directed at all those assholes who don't understand that using signals actually has a purpose. It will be our way of passive aggressively dealing with the slow traffic rage boiling up under our skin. I mean. It's cool. But it will feel good. Especially when the other side reads: "Fuck You." Or something else that succinctly gets our point across in a more aggressive fashion.

Anyways, it's Friday. We laughed the whole ride into work today. Probably will the whole ride home too, the way this day is going. We're working on the road rage.

Signing (or signaling) out,
Sarah

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Welcome to the 101

Welcome to the 101. Where we spend at least two precious hours a day. Here is a list of my favorite things about the carpool
1. Eating my cheerios covered in berries and then leaving my dishes in the car for weeks.
2. Finding my missing dishes under the (surprisingly) spacious front seats
3. Swerving into traffic while flipping off drivers who do not follow the correct 'zipper' protocol when merging.
4. NPR
5. Revisiting last night's drunken antics with the witnesses
6. Seeing what dangerous things people do while driving in other cars. (my favorite: some guy in a truck had his laptop on the steering wheel and was selecting itunes songs)
7. Falling asleep by the Cesar Chavez exit, then waking up as we pull on in.
8. Getting to leave work early whenever anyone in the carpool "has to get into town early tonight"
9. Dave saying things like "do you ever think about the fact that we're hurling through space right now?"
10. CRPLKNG