Vroom Vroom

On my way home tonight this happened:
I was traveling up Minnesota Ave. from 6th to 8th.
In the opposite lane, three small lights were approaching rapidly.
I couldn't make it out. It was something tiny. Maybe a scooter?
Nope.

It was an old dude on a rascal.
yep.
A rascal.
An old dude flying down the hill on his rascal.
That's not street legal, is it?
A rascal?
What kind of gas mileage do you get on an electric motorized cart?
ahh, yes.
Now that is a quaint, humorous anecdote.

Not so quaint is all you needy read-my-bloggers with terrible speling and bad grammer. (smirk-)
How many bulletins must I receive from "friends" who insist I read their blogs?
Blogging is not for everyone.
Or, you letting everyone know you have a blog is not for everyone.
Or, just not for me.
If it happens one more time, I will exercise my power of friend deletion and you can take your made-up words somewheres else.
There now.