why I want to be a good "girl"

Today was 108 degrees here in YC. My sweat was sweating. I believe that's comparable to Hell and I definitely do not want to live there, so that is why I want to be a good "girl". On top of miserable weather, anyone who goes to that devilish place will have to associate with people who are just plain obnoxious--the kind of people that most of us go out of our way to avoid, like the plague or some other hideous fate. Just think about all the people you've met during your trip down the highway of life. There are those who never signal, change lanes by cutting you off, ride your bumper because you are oh-so-slow-and-you're-holding-them-up, pull in front of you and then turn off the road two milliseconds later. Then there are the honkers, who think that instrument was placed in front of them to see just how long and how loud they can sound off. In addition to the people who "drive" you crazy are the people who think the rules were made for others and they are never in that "other" group. These are the individuals who get into the Express Lane
--10 items or less--at the grocery store and pretend that they are either math disadvantaged or don't give a rat's toenail about you or anyone else who actually counted before entering the lane reserved for quick checkout. I'm sure we could go on ad nauseum reciting our favorite, "unfavorite" characters from life, but suffice it to say, that unless we want to spend eternity with them and personify Richard Simmons' "Sweatin' with the Oldies". When summer's heat passes, we may backslide a little, but, for now, we all want to be good.