A short ride to clear the mind...

A typical day. Surrounded by silly people at work. When I left the Navy I promised myself that I would never again work for people who weren't as intelligent as myself. It has been tough. But even the most intelligent people can still find ways to get on my nerves. But I try to never bring my work home with me. Not the work itself. Just the attitude that comes from dealing with supreme silliness. I'm usually able to blow off any frustration on the motorcycle ride home. But once in a while even fierce wind in my face and the blast from the exhaust just isn't enough.

Yesterday was one of those days. And when I got home I lost my mind and came into the house with my boots still on. There was a lecture about how the heels leave marks on the hardwood floor. And how hard it was to get the marks cleared. No amount of apology was accepted. No promises were good enough. This was the most egregious display of disrespect I had ever shown. Apparently I care more for my motorbike than I do about my house. And what's up with my attitude? Am I an inconsiderate buffoon? Or am I incapable of sensing the needs of the people around me?

It was about this point when the fuse blew and I knew that I needed to take a little spin on the Harley to vent some steam. Or I'd do something stupid.

THERE'S JUST NO PLEASING SOME PEOPLE...