If one could say there is a best part of having a cold it is phlegm.
I commute to work down the winding mountain highway that leads to a resort town.
I of course, despise weekend traffic.
I don’t enjoy driving thirty miles an hour in a fifty five zone.
I don’t enjoy picking up other peoples McDonald’s cups and M and M wrappers and I really don’t like when people urinate in my front yard.
I get really annoyed with people who tail gate.
Tail gating in the mountains or anywhere is just dumb. There could be a deer or an accident around every hair pin corner.
I know, I’ve hit a deer while driving fifty five and slammed on my brakes more than once when coming upon a flipped vehicle in the middle of the night on a lonely mountain highway. ( I did stop and help every time, because that is just what you do when you live in a small town)
Tourist traffic on the weekends and during the ski season is a real pain in the ass.
The best thing, though, I do have to say about having a cold and being stuck in a long line of cars and having a asshole in a clean shiny pickup truck tailgating you on mountain highways, is spitting a hugh green mucusy loogie out my drivers side window and seeing an angry idiot slam on his brakes and try to avoid it in my rear view mirror
$45; the amount of money I spent on cold medication this month.
Priceless.
