Leana's Comedy Blog Etc...

The continuing saga of a single, burgeoning stand-up comedienne/wanna-be poker ingénue/bitter corporate drone/closet hermit/hapless homeowner…living in L.A.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Tralee, Tralah

I went out to lunch with some work friends on Friday. It was a dual going away lunch for a couple of people. It's probably more like a "smell ya' later" as the recidivism rate for people who leave my company then come back is about 90%.

The most interesting part of the outing was the car ride over. The guy I caught a ride with didn't put on his seat belt. I don't think I've ridden in a car with driver a who wasn't strapped in since I was 4 and cars didn't have seat belts. They didn't have seat belts and were made of metal. And the closest thing we had to an airbag was our mom's right arm extending out towards us when she had to hit the breaks hard.

Those were the days.

1 Comments:

  • At 9:02 AM, Blogger SeriouslyNoWay said…

    Now if you threw your arm across your kid the air bag would slam it into your kid's chest and then the state would take your kid away because you endangered his life. And then you wouldn't have your kid around to wait on you while your broken arm heals.

     

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