My other car is...

So I have been thinking a lot about the Bumper Sticker. Why do we plaster our cars with them do they have a purpose and why do we care what you would rather be doing. I don't understand it. I have one bumper sticker, NL, for Netherlands..Heritage people that is important. NOT if your other car is a golf cart. A golf cart isn't even a car. Or worst yet is the car that has them plastered all over...Things like Devil driver, STMP (I have never seen this one but it is typical that you wouldn't know what some bumper stickers even mean) DIVA, with a pink glittering ring, BRAT and then the worst some Calvin and Hobbs guy giving you the bird or peeing on a Ford. I just don't get it. I don't care if your dog is smarter that an honor student, although Wilson is.

When I was younger it was so cool to have a radio station bumper sticker or your nickname which happens to be a liquor. Does the bumper sticker bring some sort of kin-ship to driving. Like if I see a bumper sticker that says something about red heads and how superior they are, should I think cool another superior red head. Or what if I see that bumper sticker that has the peeing guy should I be like "I love peeing on things too, I shouldn't try to pass this guy" Should the kin-ship of bumper stickers allow someone to drive 20 under the speed limit or since you are the same heritage wreck your car? I think not! The only thing that I see good about this is that you can identify them..BACA guy, Peeing guy, Devil driver guy.

boycott the bumper sticker!

Side note: Ro has a cousin who has makes his own bumper stickers. They are made on the finest lined ruled paper and normally say things about battle ships with a sketch or endorsements for political candidacy. Go Doug!

To Be or Not To Be....Is that a question?

Tonight I was faced with this senerio numerous times.

• To wear my Piston jersey
• To talk to a stranger named Tina
• To be a good sport
• To NOT BEAT SOMEONE DOWN
• To not talk to much trash
• To not get on the "LOST" train

We had tickets to see the Pistons play the Jazz. These tickets were going to be great, lower bowl, playing against a local team, and most important I get to see all the Pistons in person. We took the Trax (light rail train) into downtown were the Delta Center is located. This situation is always hard for me because I like to tune into other peoples conversations. I have super sonic hearing which allows me to listen to several conversations at the same time (this is my super power) There were a lot of people going to the game tonight and of course we were targets due to the Pistons gear and because we are who we are. My brain was exploding with info, who, what, where, when, why until Tina. Tina sat next to us with her roommate, they were carrying Wal-Mart bags and looked like college students. Tina says "We're gonna sit next to you K?!!!" what are we gonna say the train was full. I knew she was going to be that PERSON who talks to strangers and tries to be your new best friend just like the ones in the check out lane and airplane. I of course am smiling, so excited to see the game, and she says "Your HAPPY!" I say yes of course I am going to see the Pistons play. She replies "I love being happy no thoughts of doubt or destruction" umm ok?

Tina: Who are you?

Me: I am Andrea

Tina: I am Tina

Me: Do you go to the U?

Tina: No LDS Business College

Tina: I love it here I'm from South Carolina

Me: Oh

Tina: I need to get a camera so I can take pictures

Me: You should've bought a disposable one at Wal-Mart

Tina: Well I really need a job first

Me: Well get a job at Wal-Mart

Tina: You could melt people with your eyes if they were lasers if your team doesn't win

Me: Well I really don't want to kill people (foreshadowing)

Tina: It could just be for a little while not permanent

So that's how it started. I wore my jersey so everyone was giving me death stares and making jeers at me about the Pistons.

We arrive at the Delta Center and in we go, our seats are A-W-E-S-O-M-E! As people are walking down to their seats they are saying booo Pistons or you are going to lose, I smile and think, you are going to get your butts kicked. We did not kick their butts and we lost by 2 points it was a great game.

During the fourth quarter the people behind us become extremely annoying. Talking about Yoga, sweating too much, singing the wrong words to the songs playing, remember super sonic hearing. I really am annoyed. Things did not escalate to wanting to beat someone's ass until they started throwing popcorn at us. Ro does the over the shoulder glare and C'mon guys and then everything changes. No longer am I focused on the game now I am thinking about climbing over the seat and punching someone in the face. Then I think, I could get a ticket for that, I wonder how much the ticket is, they said NBA rules are no violence. I feel my skin turning to fire and the anger is right there ready to come out preferably in "hubcap" form (shout out to Marci). I do nothing except listen to them scream and whistle in my ears louder and louder and then the Pistons lose. WHY!!! All I wanted to do is turn around and shove a WIN in their popcorn faces. No instead as we are walking out Ro does something to their coats, which we swore we would not tell anyone. I can tell you this it did give me some satisfaction to know that she did that.

On the ride home we get in the oldest Trax train ever known to man. It is weird has a weird buzzing, lights flickering and a handicapped man. The speaker is loud I mean LOUD and crackly like the warning buzzer in the hatch on LOST. I turn to Ro and say this is like the LOST train. There are all kinds of people and what if this man in his Jazzy Scooter starts to walk again. My brain is on overload clearly I am not thinking straight except we sat for what seemed like 20 minutes at one light and then some people couldn't get off at their stop... Very LOST-ish.

Overall it was a GREAT night, what would life be without Tina's, Popcorn Punks, and the Pistons.