Welcome to the Jungle

Have you ever noticed that people tend to walk the same way they drive? Here in Las Vegas, the land where nobody can drive worth a shit, I find myself the victim of tailgaters, those who drive without lights at night, texting drivers who almost cause accidents, speed demons who weave in and out of traffic only to get to the traffic signal before anyone else (was it worth it?!), ridiculously loud bass music emanating from a vehicle that makes my windows vibrate and my bladder, oh well, never mind about that, and folks who block intersections just so they don’t have to wait through a red light. It’s so frustrating and annoying.

Lately, however, I have increasingly noticed that people display the same lack of awareness whilst walking, especially in casinos. There are those who are texting while ambling around, oblivious to what or who is around them. Then there are those who stop suddenly while I am walking behind them. Others are speed-walking without any care of who or what they may run into. Some are talking on their phones loudly enough that one cannot help but eavesdrop. And, of course, smokers make this worse because not only do I have to navigate throngs of bodies but also have to keep an eye out for lit cigarettes; something else of which folks tend to be unaware. And why are people still smoking? It’s disgusting, unhealthy, and physically distressing for those of us with smoke sensitivities/allergies.

I tell ya, the more I’m around people, the less I want to be around people. Especially in close quarters.

Peace out.

Lights, Cam…, er Lights, Lights, LIGHTS!

I swear, I have never seen so many cars at night driving down the road with their lights off. Granted, Las Vegas is quite illuminated after dark with neon lighting ad nauseum; however, this does not give you clueless and inattentive motorists the right to drive down a busy street without lights.

Now, as the good Samaritan I am who does a daily good deed and tries to flood the universe with good karma (to make up for this blog, apparently), I try to inform you, as nicely as possible, of course, that your lights are off. Whether I flash my high beams into your rear window, cut you off and turn my lights on and off, or try to get you to roll your window down at a stoplight, more often than not, you are beyond clueless.

Frankly, I don’t understand how you can get in your car at night and not notice your lights aren’t on. Seriously. Get off your damn phone and pay attention.