Time elapsed in 2010 before I encountered the first asshole of the year: about 9.5 hours. Which ain't so good, esp. seeing as how I was asleep for about 6.5 of those. I had to drive over to XDU to drop off a CD to replace one that was missing from the 2009 top 100 countdown we're doing today on air. Probably just misfiled somewhere -- I love my fellow DJs but I have to acknowledge that some of them seem to have issues with the alphabet; on Thursday AM I found all of the Nanci Griffith CDs filed between JE and JI.
Anyway, I'm driving down Broad St. Probably going the speed limit or maybe just a bit slower to check and see if Joe Van Gogh was open (they were; hooray for good coffee to start the year). In case it isn't obvious, Durham's not known for its busy traffic. So there was hardly anyone out on the roads this morning. But no matter, some car comes roaring up behind me and rides my ass for several blocks. I don't know where the hell they were in such a hurry to get to at 9.30 in the AM on New Year's but I'm glad to have done my part to make sure they got there just a little bit later than they wanted.