I was in Billings today to meet some of my family for my oldest's birthday when I finally got fed up and just have to ask this question. Is there some kind of psychic ability drivers from Yellowstone county have that the rest of us lack? For the past year or so whenever I am in Billings the only turn signals you see working are on vehicles that do not have a 3 (Yellowstone County) on the license. Either everybody's turn signal is broke or they just signal each other psychically, I am not sure which. Can any body out there answer this.
Additionally about Billings drivers is the common thought that a red light means go faster than hell. The closest I have ever been to a wreck in my life is the numerous times I have been in Billings and start driving when a light turns green and have a Billings vehicle about ram into the side of my vehicle going through the red light. Is life this frantic in Billings that it is worth endangering everybody's safety?
What I really love about Billings drivers is there love of telling a person their number 1. I mean I am driving down a street going the posted 35 mph speed limit and Billings drivers are speeding around me like I am standing still and elevating their middle finger to me in salute. This behavior puzzles me. What is the problem they are trying to communicate to me?
Either I'm getting way to old or Billings drivers are getting mean and discourteous, I'm not sure which. Can anybody out there tell me if I am right on Billings drivers, or am I just getting to old.
Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the twentieth century Alexander Solzhenitsyn













Around Christmas time, the Gazette published a letter to the editor. A woman was bemoaning the lack of courtesy in where else - the WalMart parking lot. She insisted that "these people" had to be newcomers to Montana, from somewhere like NY or CA probably. Native Montanans could never be like that. But you know what they say, "Everyone from NY is rude." Ha!
I almost always come home with a killer headache. I've figured out it's the sun in my eyes on the way home combined with the stress. The stress of not letting Brooklyn or Queens come out and play.