disdain and amusement

So the other day, I got home from work early. Tony left to go get the boys, and I rode through Burger King to pick up dinner after going to the library.

I'm sitting behind this car. It has to be maybe an early 80's El Camino. I know some people keep up older cars... that was not the case with this one. It looked as though it had been beaten with a baseball bat. It squeaked and made horrible belching noises when the guy started and stopped. None of this is really that unique here in the great town of Pueblo, but to top it off, it was spewing gray smelly smoke in extreme amounts toward me. I was gagging and had to roll up the window and turn the A/C to circulate to avoid suffocation.

I'm sitting there thinking, "Get a better car, dude." I mean, it's not like I drive a Maserati. I have a Taurus that's a couple of years old, but at least it's not a farting hazard. I am sitting there. Thinking, surely you can buy a better car than that for just a few thousand bucks. And where are the cops when you need them, because clearly this smoke is impeding other drivers' views. And that if the global warming thing is really true, the entire planet's temperature just rose one degree from this El Camino alone.

And as I am sitting there judging, being very haughty and arrogant about what a loser this dude is in this crappy El Camino, I neglected to remember...

I was driving Tony's car. The green 1999 Neon. The car you can hear coming up the road from three houses down. The car with the shocks so blown that it's like we have hydraulics on it. So after I sat there with disdain on my face for this loser in the old smoke-belcher, I then had to eat a little humble pie and drive up to the BK employee, where I had to squeeze the food between about eight inches of space, because the power window on Tony's car won't go down all the way.