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Outnumbered 6-2 by anti-humpers at city hall last night, I stood my ground. They've got some nerve trying to tweak the pro-humpers' plan B when their speed watch is plan A. I'm about five miles beyond glad there's no further meeting scheduled. I've mentioned that the antis tend to be elderly, which means they tend to talk loudly, slowly, repetitively, and meanderingly. My fellow pros who weren't there are so buying me good beer for putting up with that.
By default I now seem to be the organizer of a letter-writing campaign for a sidewalk on my street, too. (The idea came from the traffic calming coordinator: one city employee making work for another. Heh.) Can't I just, like, wiggle my nose to make public works happen or something?
Con and what Her Nibs called feverish preparations put me way behind on housework. I've caught up. Back to circumflatulation. Mm, slinky black fabric & metal parts.
By default I now seem to be the organizer of a letter-writing campaign for a sidewalk on my street, too. (The idea came from the traffic calming coordinator: one city employee making work for another. Heh.) Can't I just, like, wiggle my nose to make public works happen or something?
Con and what Her Nibs called feverish preparations put me way behind on housework. I've caught up. Back to circumflatulation. Mm, slinky black fabric & metal parts.
