Greetings from Dallas.

Texas is so vast that each city has it's own character, charm and culture.

And driving is different in each city, too.  Dallas is my least favorite Texas city in which to drive.

Dear fuckstick who sat in a non-turn lane, waiting to turn because you didn't plan ahead:

Maybe you can't help it.  You may not have your mirrors adjusted, and are unable to see the tons of pissed-off people behind you.  See?  That's me, four cars back.  I sure do looked pissed, don't I?  Perhaps it's because there is another left turn lane TWO BLOCKS AWAY and it would be faster for you to turn left up there, and go back than to do this shit you are doing.  You were already on my shit list when you drove in that lane that was closing until you got to the barricade, therefore making me wait while someone much, much nicer than myself let you in ahead of me.  And then  you pull this shit.  Fuck off.  I hope you get a rash in a bad, bad place.

Love, Tim

People are not as friendly in Dallas as they are in the rest of Texas.  I don't know why, but it's noticable.  Seriously.

Dear asshole bartender:

Just because you don't know me is no reason to serve everyone in the bar before you give me my drink.  I was coming to this bar before it was even legal for you to be in here, and many of my friends are still regulars at this bar.  You suck, and I hope you get a rash in a bad, bad place.  Actually, if the gossip in the bar is correct, then you DO have that already.

Love, Tim

I am enjoying this weekend however.  I'm staying in a nice hotel with a great view of construction cranes and... well, more construction cranes, actually.  But it's nice:

Dear hotel maid:

¿Por qué usted está golpeando en mi puerta en 09:30? Es lejana, lejos demasiado temprano para que usted esté aquí. Déjeme solo, y vuélvase al mediodía. Para entonces me irán.

Amor, Timoteo