The problem with living (and driving) in a “resort town”

TOURISTS. Goddamn tourists. All I needed to do was return an overdue book to the library. BUT THIS MADNESS, WHY DO YOU MAKE IT SO HARD.

There are three ways to spot tourist drivers:

1. Out-of-state license plates, the most obvious sign (Be very afraid if the plates in question are Victorian in origin)
2. A little harder to spot, but still telling, a hire car barcode sticker in the window.
3. Finally, they’re usually WEAVING ALL OVER THE ROAD GOING AT LEAST 20k/h UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT.

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~A Vignette of Today’s Madness~

A car with Victorian plates swerved in front of me, dashing from the right turning lane into the left turning lane. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but a right turn is quite different from a left turn. How do you fuck that up?

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I also forgot that the particular library branch I wanted to visit is located near a Camping Ground. Actually, two camping grounds. So now we have the added danger of caravans. CARAVANS.

When, at last, I made it to the library I discovered I HAD FORGOTTEN THE BOOK I NEEDED TO RETURN.