Why are humans always naming things so dumb, boy I wish I had an opposable thumb. For whoever came up with the name rush hour, must have been lacking in brain power. Yeah the same could be said for Rush Hour 3 and probably 2 as well, but I don't want to spoil them as they may not sell. Oops went into movie land there, with that sequel pair. Confused yet? Oh don't fret, as what I'm saying you might get, but for some of you it probably isn't a sure bet. Oops now I may need to go on defense after pushing you off the fence. Bah think I really care, unless you're a bear.
Lets go with awkward first, to quench the "cool" peoples thirst. As they sit going vroom vroom with their engine behind tons of cars, yet it still reads zero on their speed bars. Yeah like pushing the pedal down is going to make the light change or magically have all the traffic just rearrange.
Next up comes big and scary, sometimes things may get hairy. As just because they are some big truck, they act like a, ummm, you know duck. Substitute that with an F, although saying it to someone's face may make you need a ref. These big nut jobs think they own the place, stopping right in front of your face and then backing up where they please, as their tail pipe gives a cough and a wheeze.
Now for the reason so many are hard of hearing, as there is no need for peering. For from a mile away you can hear the crap they play. Do you really want to share that much, maybe you like using no hearing as a crutch? Oh and then lets honk the horn while we're at it, pretending to have a fit. Oh and guess what? You're still sitting in the same place on your butt, as the lights can't hear you nut. Although I'm sure your sonic burst has put a hole in their gut.
But what else can possibly occur, wait your vision must blur, thinking one lane is the same as the next or, more than likely, the idiot was sending a text. Oh and lets jump in this lane because it's moving fast, whoops that didn't last. Now my other lane is moving fast, jump back over and that's a thing of the past. But if you would have stayed where you were, you'd be farther ahead and no ruffled fur.
Yippee things finally move along, you bob up and down to your song, yet still go much slower than the limit states, as you wave to your passing mates. Taking up half the road so no one can pass, figures it's a lass..LOL..hmmm should I have said that? Yeah for that one we'll blame Pat.
So whoever named it rush hour probably only drives at night and has no idea of the real plight. As the only rush to be seen, is watching the grass grow green, which happens faster most of the time, if only I had a dime. So with that I go back to the lets Face it Facts, waiting to see how many whacks, I get for a certain crack. Oh that was a fun attack. At least it wasn't to crass, although some may want to shoot my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.