Scary Drivers
Recently, I was driving behind a car where I realized that I couldn't see the driver. At first it is surprising to think that there is a possibility that no one is driving a car. Once that absurdity passes, the new one that surfaces is that if you can't see the driver, how does that person see any of the road?
How much do the people who issue driver's licenses get paid? Do they have a conscience for putting bad drivers out on the road? Are they simply a product of beaurocracy?
Either way, the number of bad drivers on the road may be far outnumbering the good.
I saw a person driving and when she came to an intersection began going straight, and then halfway through the intersection decided to turn right. The car behind her was three quarters of the way through her turn, when suddenly she had a driving buddy. The first driver was also listening to her cell phone.
The best part of the encounter was the handicap proclamation hanging from her rearview window. I thought to myself, do they give those things out for mental handicaps now?
(As I thought about all of this I get a honk from behind me... I hadn't noticed the light had turned green. Irony finds its way into my life again.)
Shouldn't there be two horns on a car? One would be the "I want to alert you of the situation" honk. The other would be the "get the fuck out of the way, because you are about to extinguish the lives of a duck family" honk. Car companies could offer a third honk as an optional package.
How much do the people who issue driver's licenses get paid? Do they have a conscience for putting bad drivers out on the road? Are they simply a product of beaurocracy?
Either way, the number of bad drivers on the road may be far outnumbering the good.
I saw a person driving and when she came to an intersection began going straight, and then halfway through the intersection decided to turn right. The car behind her was three quarters of the way through her turn, when suddenly she had a driving buddy. The first driver was also listening to her cell phone.
The best part of the encounter was the handicap proclamation hanging from her rearview window. I thought to myself, do they give those things out for mental handicaps now?
(As I thought about all of this I get a honk from behind me... I hadn't noticed the light had turned green. Irony finds its way into my life again.)
Shouldn't there be two horns on a car? One would be the "I want to alert you of the situation" honk. The other would be the "get the fuck out of the way, because you are about to extinguish the lives of a duck family" honk. Car companies could offer a third honk as an optional package.
