Blonds, do they really have more fun?

 My last blog was in April of 2013. It was a pretty long one. I guess I wore myself out. So here I go again.

How many of you out there in blog land remember the commercial about blonds having more fun? I was fairly young at the time and didn't get it.  Well I have come to the conclusion that if the actions of the blonds I encountered today were considered fun, I want no part of it and am glad I have always been a brunet until now.

While sitting in the drive through line at McD's  watching the snow fall gently on my windshield, and see my car thermometer say 9°, I noticed the car in front of me had Florida plates. I thought to myself, I would bet they wish that they were in Florida today. The Florida car pulled up and got their order and pulled ahead. I pulled up to get my order and put my window down.  While waiting, the blond occupant of the Florida car proceeded to roll down her window and throw out some trash onto the ground.  At which time I put my head out the window and said, do you do that in Florida? Needless to say she motored on. Also needless to say I was steaming mad. I just decided to go to the drug store and forget it.

After going to the local CVS I decided to fill up the tank on Betty, my new Buick. Yes I named her Betty. It is supposed to be very cold for the rest of the month so I have always been told to keep the tank filled.  I motor on to the only local station that has a nice person to come out to fill your gas needs for you. The first two islands were out of order. There was a car at the next one on the left and a car in front of me, but not at the pump, just blocking it. Okay I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and perhaps they were waiting for someone to come out of the station. I waited, waited and waited. Long enough that I decided to make my move between the parked car not getting gas and the one getting gas. As I go by the one in front of me blocking the pump I noticed the "blond" talking on her phone. As soon as I went by and started to back up toward the pump she backs out and leaves. As Lucy would say to Charlie Brown, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I have come to the conclusion that people should have thought bubbles above their heads.  Blonds would be empty. Mine would be filled with !@#$%^&*()? most of the time.  Don't get me wrong, I know a lot of smart lovely blonds. Well not a lot, but a few.

So for now don't throw trash and try and be considerate of others. It's really not all about you.