Size Matters

Sometimes size matters, as in the case of those stupid, small sized pick up trucks.  There's certain things that inevitably mean bad events  are about to befall you.    Having a Westphalia van get in front of you is one of them.  If it's an old guy wearing a baseball cap, you might as well drag out the razor blades.  Small pick up trucks mean impending doom also.  For some reason, the ones in the colour red are the worst.  Guys (and it always is), if an old cat lady is passing you in the "slow lane", it's a sign that you're in the wrong place.  Seriously, there was a guy in the "fast" lane doing half the speed limit the other day in one of those half sized trucks.  I've come to the conclusion that these are people with size issues.  It's the truck version of short man's syndrome and they have something to prove---and yes---they are damn well going to prove it too.  

And by the way, have a look at the photo above.  What in the hell did this kid run over?  Is that some innocent rubber duck that met his demise?  Or is that some I.T. guy having fun with us?
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I live in a town with an over preponderance of guys who drive these trucks.  I think they feel the need to keep their foot in the door, so to speak.  They still feel manly and like one of the big boys; they haven't been sent off to the retirement farm yet.  Those trucks don't really serve any function when you think about it.  They are like a play house in the back yard.  Perhaps they can carry around a few bales of hay---maybe.  All I know is, I've yet met one that does the speed limit.  They are usually parked in front of the place that sells lotto tickets..  An unusual amount of them can be seen at the Tim Horton's, a Canadian coffee joint that elderly guys get cranky about.  Take one of their parking spots at your own peril.  I'm a Diet Pepsi girl and I don't enter the place.  

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(Thanks to Amazon.Com for the photo of the children's truck)