Old People and Laundry

Originally Posted: June 22, 2007

This blog isn't actually about old people and their laundry, I just thought it was a fun title. Sorry to get your hopes up. However it does involve old people... so read on.

There have been many debates between people about  the age at which a person should be either re-evaluated for continuance of driving privileges or should be banned from sitting behind the wheel. I think I discovered the solution on the way to work today, whilest trailing a Windstar minivan at a snails pace. It is apparent that in the later years, some drivers decide that going a constant 3 to 4 mph below the stated limit is a safer speed. I believe that subconsciously, they are saying to themselves, I do not feel comfortable driving at or above the normal speed for this road, and to do so would endanger myself. In cases such as this, I not only agree that their driving endangers them, but also pisses me off to no end. It is at this point in which your license should be taken away and replaced with a license for your youngest of kin (be they but 12). I would rather have preteens and reckless grannies flying down the road weaving side to side than going slow. At least the wild ones keep me alert. It would make driving fun and exciting again, like it was before I was legal to drive. Thats my 2 or 3 cents.

Now for the laundry portion of the show....
I was at work yesterday morning and recieved an email about a room down the hall being converted into a server room. In the email they mentioned that a very potent smelling solution would be used on the floors to make it static resistant. After reading this I started working, put my chin on the palm of my left hand and slowly started smelling something familiar to my laundry room. Puzzled, I smelled my shirt around the top of my sleeve, but that was not the source. I assumed it had to have been the solution on the floor. Floor solution that smells like laundry room... I can deal with that. Hours go by with on and off whiffs of that same fragrance. Just after lunch I'm walking into my bosses office when I notice something resembling a handkerchief around my left wrist. I pull it out. Drier sheet. A damn drier sheet had been in the cuff of my shirt all day and that was what I was smelling. I found it amusing and slightly embarassing... so I figured I'd share.
Have a good day.