People have sometimes asked me why I moved from the stimulating environs of Chicago to the relative wasteland of central Ohio. The reason is simple: that piece of mechanical pestilence known as the Denver Boot. Here's an article from HuffPo, in which Leslie Goldman runs afoul of this yellow menace, to the tune of $1300 (plus $60 removal fee and a loss of an entire day).
May whoever designed this thing rot in a very, very special hell, one involving fat, sleepy-eyed bureaucrats, endless waits in lines stretching to vanishing points, screaming, running, vomiting, eternally-bored children and the tangy, ripe smell of various and sundry unwashed masses. Grrr..
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