Are their legs broken?

Here's a new rule - if your car's windows aren't fully defrosted by the time you get there, you live too close to be driving your kids to school.

Another One Pager

Here's another single page writing exercise:

Nobody knows exactly what happened. I mean, who struck first, and how it escalated. It doesn't really matter much, not to those who made it. It won't change anything anyway. The things that do matter now are all too scarce, especially the big three - food, water and trust. I'm sure that somewhere, someone knows enough to piece it together. One day, when society starts to come back together, they'll have books that discuss it much like we had books that talked about the Black Death. They'll have theories, and other theories that contradict the earlier theories. They'll know the major facts but won't have enough of the smaller pieces to completely connect the dots. No one like me will be able to help because we'll be long dead. But I'm rambling.

The world came to an end in about 6 hours. First, at least the first thing I was aware of, there was an explosion in Washington. I was at work, and everyone stopped and grew quiet as the talking heads were telling us that it was likely that tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands of people had been killed. Some people stayed all afternoon, looking at that box, listening as reports came in and later reports told the opposite story. It was total confusion. Me, I got out of there after the military started hitting targets in North Korea, Iran and Syria. It was getting really bad and I wanted to be at home. I never made it.

When New York was hit the broadcasts all went dark. Local feeds cut back in, but they didn't last long. One by one, the bombs dropped and communication was cut completely off. I think every city over 200,000 people was hit; at least the ones I've come close to were. No one was spared that day - rick or poor, black or white, everyone in the path of one of the blasts was killed. Only the lucky, or the unlucky, depending on your perspective, lived to see the next day. At first I felt ashamed

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Gay-dar?

So why is everyone gay? I was running this morning and this guy pulls out from a side street and kind of glares as me as he makes the turn. He was in one of those old, beat up, loud as hell pick up trucks, and as he passed he really goosed it, made it roar, and when he was past me he let off. Was he trying to impress me? Maybe he's just confused sexually and want to broadcast to anyone and everyone just to see what happens. But I bet he would totally get pissed if someone called him gay. It would be like this:

Them: VRROOOOOOMM!!!!!!
Me: Um…I don’t get it.
Them: Aren’t you impressed? I pushed really hard on the gas pedal! It made a loud noise!!
Me: So, like, what’s the point? I’m not really impressed, because it seems like a monkey could be trained to do that, and I’m not gay so I don’t really get the whole “check me out” thing…
Them: Hey, I’m not gay! What are you trying to say!!??
Me: Well, you’re drawing attention to yourself, I thought, trying to impress me…I just assumed…you know...how do I say this with tact?...I thought maybe you were cruising for some man-ass. I'm flattered and all, but it ain't happening.
Them: Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!!!

Then he would run like a girl with his legs all flying out to the side and his arms all floppy over to his loud car and floor it and peel out with all the smoke and the noise and the hey everyone look at me thing.

Me: See, there, you did it again!! Stop sending mixed messages!

In the eye of the beholder

I've said it before and I'll say it again...I just don't get what's so beautiful about a beauty mark.