Generation-Z alert

So here I am yesterday morning (Tuesday, September 30, 2008) taxiing my wife to Wilmot Cancer Center for a follow-up doctor appointment.
It’s about 9 a.m.; NASCAR rush-hour is almost over. I.e. no glowering intimidators and Jeff Gordon wannabees dancing madly all over the highway, angrily flashing their headlights, pounding the steering-wheel, and flipping the bird.
Wilmot is the southern outskirts of Rochester; the most direct route is Interstate-390.
Getting to I-390 is about 15-20 minutes; then 10-15 minutes on I-390.
I get off I-390 at an exit for the old 15A and then 15.
I cross 15A, and continue to 15; which I also cross.
15 and the ramp are a major intersection controlled by traffic-lights.
The ramp widens out to three lanes: a dedicated right-turn, a dedicated left-turn, and left or straight in the middle lane.
Going straight, I head for the middle lane.
Suddenly a filthy navy-blue Cavalier sweeps from the dedicated right, across the middle lane, into the dedicated left.
He can’t fully switch to the dedicated left, so he has his four-ways on, partially blocking the middle lane with his back end.
The old bus-driver waazoo kicks in: expect anything.
The light changes, so Cavalier executes a U-turn.
“He had both signals on,” my wife observes. “Left then right? Right then left?”
His cellphone is at his ear; probably giving a running account to significant-other at Dunkin Donuts.
Sorry chillen; couldn’t see if it had a Dubya-sticker — my view was blocked.
But I doubt it.
He looked like a Generation Z-er; or whatever the most recent generation is. Face-metal; purple-dyed iridescent mohawk.
But ya never know.
Maybe face-metal and purple-dyed mohawks are the latest REPUBLICAN craze.
Perhaps Sarah should dye her hair and burn her bra.

“Marcy” is my number-one ne’er-do-well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired. A picture of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-Do-Wells. Marcy married Bryan Mahoney (ex-reporter from the Messenger newspaper), and together they live near Boston. (Marcy keeps a blog at Playtime at Hazmat.)

My wife of 40+ years is “Linda.” She had lymphatic cancer. It was treatable — she survived.

A “glowering intimidator” is a tailgater, named after Dale Earnhardt, deceased, the so-called “intimidator” of NASCAR fame, who used to tailgate race-leaders and bump them at speed until they let him pass.

“Jeff Gordon” is a NASCAR race-driver.

Chevrolet “Cavalier.”

RE: “The old bus-driver waazoo kicks in.......” —For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service, the transit-bus operator in Rochester, N.Y. My stroke October 26, 1993 ended that.

“Dubya-sticker” is a Bush-Cheney 2004 bumper-sticker. All insane traffic-moves seem to involve Bush-supporters. They seem to think they have the right.

“Sarah” is of course Sarah Palin; REPUBLICAN vice-presidential candidate.