I really had to use self restraint yesterday on my drive into work, but it’s not from what you might assume to be a case of road rage on my behalf.  Our office campus, which is a huge area with 6 buildings, is heavily wooded in some areas.  The landscaping crew is pretty busy this time of year trying to just stay even with leaf removal.  Now that we’re in the peak leaf-dropping season, they have resorted to putting HUGE piles of leaves in various parts of the drive through the work area, which they then pick up later in the day.  These are spaced about 500 feet from each other so it's tempation after temptation after temptation as I drive into work.

It was extremely hard to not plow into a pile of leaves and just scatter them akimbo.  I just wanted to rev the car up and blow right though one of these piles.  It’s no different than a kid seeing a giant pile of leaves and wanted to plop themselves in the middle of it.  That primal urge still remains even as an adult (for me anyway).

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Most of the time I’ll take back roads on my route home from work and a good portion of it runs through fancy residential areas.  In most normal neighborhoods you’ll see little “selling point” signs on top of the normal For Sale sign with enticing items like “Master on Main” or “Finished Basement”. 

You know you’re driving through an upper class neighborhood when the signs display things like "6 BR, 6 BA" or “From the 900s”.  One that stuck out last week from this upper class neighborhood was the extra selling point sign read “Elevator”.  WOW.  I’m willing to bet there’s a butler’s quarters somewhere in that house too.