The General Humor Thread

I didn't know whether to post this in the Computer thread or here, but this is it:

Yesterday I had some trouble with the right side page scroll on several sites. When I tried to scroll down, the page would jump back to the top of the page and also the reverse. I cleaned the mouse and keyboard and shut down, hoping one of these procedures would help. It was fine today until a few minutes after I was using it. Come to find out, I think it was because my "girls" were pressing on the keyboard. My vision is so bad I have to lean forward quite a bit to see the screen. I moved the keyboard away from the desk edge and so far, okay.

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I knew something had to be pressing keys. But never considered it might be that.
 
A bit long winded... but sooo true.

I-75 in Florida is not a road.
It’s a test of patience, survival, and air-conditioning. You enter it optimistic. Fresh coffee. Full tank of gas. Maybe a playlist ready for the drive. Thirty minutes later you’re questioning every life decision that led you here. From a distance it looks simple. Wide highway. Clear signs. Smooth pavement stretching toward the horizon.

Then Florida introduces itself.
Traffic appears out of nowhere. One minute you're cruising at 75. The next minute you're staring at brake lights like the entire state decided to stop and admire a palm tree. No accident. No construction. Just vibes. Somewhere in the right lane is a retiree doing 52 mph with the blinker on for 11 straight miles. The left lane? That’s a NASCAR qualifier full of people who believe speed limits are a suggestion from the government. And then there’s the wildlife.

An alligator in the median like he’s supervising traffic. A bird the size of a small dinosaur wandering across the road. Someone ahead of you slamming the brakes because a turtle is apparently crossing the interstate on a spiritual journey. You finally pick a lane. You commit. You feel confident. That’s when Florida reveals the real boss level:

Tourists with rental cars.
They miss their exit. They panic. Three lanes are suddenly involved in a maneuver that physics itself disagrees with. Meanwhile the heat outside is 95°, humidity is 100%, and every driver on the road is fighting for the one patch of shade created by an overpass. You check the GPS. Your ETA hasn’t changed in 20 minutes. Northbound? Southbound? Doesn’t matter. Every direction eventually leads to the same conclusion. I-75 in Florida isn’t a highway. It’s a moving social experiment with palm trees.




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