Threat level midnight

I was driving into work today and I realized how alone I was on the road. There wasn't a soul around me in either direction. It was creepy. Ever get the feeling when you're driving that you're the only soul left in the world? It reminded me of the movie 28 Days Later.

I have never seen the movie but I think it has to do something with this guy who wakes up in the hospital and he is the last guy on Earth. Apparently everyone turned into a zombie while he was sleeping ... Don't you hate when that happens? Sort of like Thanksgiving dinner.

Speaking of "28 Days Later" I remember a scene from The Office where Pam confuses "28 Days Later" with "28 Days," two very different movies. Unfortunately I was unable to find that clip on Youtube, but trust me it was funny. I still love that show.

But back to my point. For at least five miles this morning I drove the lonely drive, free to move throughout the vast empty space on Rt. 6. It was a beautiful moment, the sun was rising, my gas tank near full and birds chirping along. ... Then hit hit some pretty bad traffic and ended up being a few minutes late to work.

In other news, I have come to find that wearing comfortable jackets means having to deal with the most annoying thing in the world: tiny hairs that appear out of nowhere! I swear every time I look down at the jacket I'm wearing I find a billion hairs, both long, short, blonde and dark.

According to my jackets tag, it is made of polyester, acrylic, nylon, cotton, and "4 percent other fibers." What constitutes "other fibers?" I wonder if that is what all those tiny hairs I find on my jacket are.

It has gotten to the point where random people will "help me out" by picking out the hairs. This in itself is odd. Do you thank someone for this gesture or is it one of those things you don't pretend happened? I don't know and I'm sure no one cares.

Again, I tried finding a clever Youtube clip about annoying tiny hairs but I was unsuccessful. Apparently I am the only one who finds this troubling. But I did find this tutorial on how to clean pet hairs off of wool.... Close enough!!

I will end this on a side note. After reading Mr. Klein's well-informed and well-written blog, I have come to the conclusion I will never be a columnist due to my lack of interest in hard-hitting politics. Perhaps I'm just too young to see deep into the political spectrum to write those types of stories.

But then again, perhaps I can write a political screenplay instead. Just like this guy.