Back to my Roots

Today I traveled from my favorite city, Detroit, all the way through Ohio to the pleasant hills of Western Pennsylvania. To go through Ohio, at a decent speed, you have to take a toll road. Not to go on another one of my tangents about ridiculous things, but I'm going to. Toll roads are another one of my top 5 pet peeves. I don't get it. Rather than increasing taxes and make it easy, let's higher hundreds of people to charge each car $5.45 to drive across the state and hold up traffic. I was in Massachusetts early last semester, and stopped at the toll booth to get a ticket from toll booth Willy. I drove another 60 miles and came to the exit booth. When I asked how much, the lady said, "Oh, it's free." This brings me to my next question. Why does she have a job? The guy who took my money today had one tooth, I kid you not, and when he gave me my change I noticed that his hands were filled with some kind of sores. I would compare it to herpes, but the only time I've seen herpes is on Chappelle's show. I almost told the guy to keep my $15 bucks. I'm spending the next two weeks in Western Pennsylvania at Westminster College. I'll probaly know all 5 students on campus by the time I leave this place. I was suprised to find out that the school is located in Amish country. I was traveling to campus, and about took out Jebediah and his horse Skeeter. Why don't Amish people have to stick turn signals on their horses ass. The only reason I knew he was in front of me was the giant load of crap that Skeeter dropped in my lane. I proceeded to follow him for awhile, but eventually passed him, because I didn't want his wooden furniture to come of his buggy and take out my windshield. I don't think I'll have to worry about receiving hate maile from those non-technological people, so I'll continue to trash them online. I bet old Jebedia and his son Mikah have one upped me on money spent on gas though. My hotel in Grove City is an Award Winning Comfort Inn that was awarded this because they give you complementary cream cheese on your bagel in the morning. My room smells like a nursing home and it took me 2 hours to get online to write this pointless entry. Oh well, I'll show them whos boss when I gank one of their hand towels and an extra bottle of shampoo. My last name "Good" for all of you that didn't know it, is Pennsylvanian Dutch. How about that for crappy roots. I was excited when I bought a bag of "Good's Famous Potato Chips." Good stuff. I tried eating them like Matt Lind, but got annoyed at myself and stopped.