One spring in Atlanta, I had all my windows open in stopped traffic, I was on the highway, just about even with the end on an on-ramp when I heard the siren of a "Hero" truck. (They help standed drivers, buttist at accident scenes, etc) I checked my right mirror, and it looked like he was coming down the on-ramp, so I stopped to let him go on ahead.
Then, the siren became so painfully loud that I had to cover my ears. Then, it got louder and louder.. I was hunched over the wheel, hands clamped against my ears, screaming against the pain. (I thought someone was blocking him on the ramp.) Finally it stopped, and and the angry driver came op to my window yelling for me to get out of the way. It turns out that he was on the shoulder, not the ramp. My ears were ringing for a week, and I lost all respect for these so-called "heros" If he had turned down the siren volume instead of up, I could have turned and looked, but that was impossible to do with my head clamped between my hands. -- Spammers are Scammers. Exterminate them.
MFFY du jourAs long as I'm posting MFFY tales, here's one that got me Monday. ------------------------- A little too much ice on Crystal Mountain Boulevard, a little too much downhill speed in the...