Hello Hello!

I guess I'm not all that interesting, but since I'm moving from the good old US of A to Ireland in less than a week I thought I could document my adventures here for my friends to read. Also, it occurred to me while I was cruising down I94 east screaming at the top of my lungs at other motorists that I am not going to be driving while I am living in Dublin. Rather, I am going to be driving very infrequently. What does this mean to Meg, AKA the angry ginger? I have no outlet for my rage.

A little example of my driving rage, you say? Well, about six or seven weeks ago I was driving on the "main drag" in my home town of Port Huron, Michigan. It is currently infested with Canadians.. not just any Canadians.. SARNIA CANADIANS. I have driven through Canada several times in my life, and it seems that everyone in the entire country knows how to drive perfectly fine, excluding the citizens of the little shithole town of SARNIA. Anyway, so I was in a parking lot that has a traffic light. I was in the left hand turning lane with my left turn blinker on, as was the van across from me. I waited for the traffic going straight to clear and started to turn left, only... the van in the left turn lane WENT STRAIGHT. THEY WENT STRAIGHT, and then proceeded to nearly hit me. So I, naturally, laid on my horn. What did the man driving do? He gave me the finger. He could have killed me, and he gave me the finger.

So what was my response? Naturally I completed my left turn out of the parking lot, and then turned back into it using the other entrance. The van had pulled into the Home Depo part of the huge lot, so I drove about 40 toward the van, pulled up my E-brake, got out of the van with my 32 ounce coke I had just purchased in my hand, and started screaming at the man. When he tried to yell back, I launched my soda at his windshield. Then he started to walk toward me and I pushed a shopping cart at him aggressively, got in my car and drove away while giving him the finger.

Yeah, I know, I'm fucking crazy. However, This story does have a moral and that is; I am fucking crazy and if I'm not driving I'm not going to have a real outlet for my rage, thus this blog. I am really hoping that I'm going to run into less fucking ignorant assholes while I'm living in Ireland and that I'm less angry since I don't have to drive, but I don't see that happening.

Everyone who knows me consequently knows that I am filled with rage. Thus The Angry Ginger. I'm angry and I'm a ginger. Hi, Meg, nice to meet you.