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Nikki M. Mascali
This is just about one of the most ridiculous things I have ever seen, and I have no one but Weekender Editor Mike Lello to thank, as usual, when it comes to nonsensical YouTube content.
Without further ado, heeeere’s Jackson Browne and Clarence Clemons from the E Street Band — with a dash of Daryl Hannah thrown in for an extra dose of lameness.
One of the best things about my recent vacation wasn’t just a full week without work and responsibility. While that was lovely, as was the copious amounts of food and beverage I consumed, one thing I was most appreciative of was the fact that I did not have to drive.
For seven days, my brother drove me around like I was Miss Daisy, and I reveled in it. I fully believe I belong with a chauffer.
It’s not that I’m not a good driver or that I’m afraid of driving. I adore driving around in the Bitch Pod (the nickname of my hatchback). I’m a very good driver, or rather, I’m a very good aggressive driver. I’m impatient behind the wheel. Is it so wrong that I just want to get from Point A to Point B in as timely a fashion as I can?
I absolutely loathe driving on Interstate 81, even before all the construction garbage began. I’ve driven quite a bit of it and think the stretch of the interstate from Hazleton to past Scranton is full of the most ridiculous, incompetent drivers in America.
Let me give you just one example of the thousands I have. Yesterday, I drove to Scranton to do a story, and as I made my way down the on-ramp, a slow-moving jalopy was in front of me. Before I could slide over into the passing lane, said jalopy got into the lane and stayed in front of me all the way to the Moosic exit.
Going about 45 mph.
In the passing lane.
On Interstate 81.
Unacceptable.
What is wrong with people? The passing lane is for just that: Passing. Meaning, you get in the lane to pass slow-moving vehicles and then get back over into the right lane. It’s not there for you to do 45 mph and piss off everyone behind you.
Even if I stay in the passing lane for most of my journey, I’m always aware of people behind me. If they are coming up on me super fast, I am getting out of their way. Just be a courteous driver, friends.
And kindly get the hell out of the way.
P.S. I am accepting applications for chauffer duties. It doesn’t pay, but I’m a very good backseat driver.
About the Author
Nikki M. Mascali interned at the Weekender in 2005 and is proud to have been the paper’s oldest intern. She became the staff writer/designer in 2006 while still obtaining her journalism degree from Luzerne County Community College, which she received in 2007.
Nikki has written about a variety of topics, from a local dominatrix to Larry the Cable to Soulja Boy, Slash and Shinedown — and everything in between. She represents the “she” view for the “He Said/She Said” with Eric Petersen of Froggy 101.3 in the paper and on air at 5 p.m. every other Wednesday. She also attends the monthly KRZ Spotlight Lounge for photographs and exclusive interviews with artists like Plain White T’s, Matt Nathanson and Hinder. See her every Monday on the Weekender homepage in the Weekly Dose video with Editor Michael Lello.
Nikki has a never-ending love for Twitter (follow her at www.twitter.com/nikkimm33), Steve McQueen and Gerard Butler movies, “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” and eating, hence the reason she’s our food writer. She thanks you for reading her blog because she’s that kind of girl.