This morning while turning right at a particularly busy intersection, I paused to allow a woman to cross the street—she had the walk sign. A driver three cars back took offense to my stopping an undeniably long line of cars wanting to make that same turn, and announced his displeasure by not only honking his horn, but actually holding it down for a good thirty seconds.
Naturally, I was pissed, but my anger turned to a smile just a moment later as a motorcycle cop pulled out, lit up his lights and siren, and pulled the guy over.
I don’t know what the driver got a ticket for, but if being an asshole is a moving violation, he must have gotten a big one.
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Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, September 21, 2007
Another list
Things I observed on my way to work today:
1) As I leave my neighborhood every morning, I drive through a school zone. There are the requisite flashing lights and orange safety cones plastered with 15 MPH signs. There is also a crossing guard, who acts a bit differently than most crossing guards. Instead of standing there and watching the traffic go by, she waves and says good morning to every car that passes. I know this sounds a bit sentimental, but it makes my day.
Every morning.
Until I get on the Interstate.
2) I once read on another blog that the writer decides whether to let someone into his lane based on what bumper sticker the car is sporting. I let in anyone that turns on their turn signal, since that is the law and I am for the most part an anal law-following man. However, just because I let someone in with a lame bumper sticker doesn’t mean that I won’t judge them and say snarky comments.
The driver I let in today I call the I call the “triple threat”: A pickup truck with a Gator license tag, a W bumper sticker and those plastic testicles hanging off the trailer hitch.
Classy.
3) On the drive over the bridge today, I approached a car that was weaving a bit in the lane. As I passed the car, I saw the reason for the erratic driving. The driver, a young girl of let’s say 24, was rocking out in her seat, bouncing and singing and thrashing her hair around her face. I couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone does this from time to time, right? What was killing me though, and what I wonder every time I come across this situation, is what not knowing what song has so excited the driver.
Or perhaps I should be wondering what drug has so excited the driver?
1) As I leave my neighborhood every morning, I drive through a school zone. There are the requisite flashing lights and orange safety cones plastered with 15 MPH signs. There is also a crossing guard, who acts a bit differently than most crossing guards. Instead of standing there and watching the traffic go by, she waves and says good morning to every car that passes. I know this sounds a bit sentimental, but it makes my day.
Every morning.
Until I get on the Interstate.
2) I once read on another blog that the writer decides whether to let someone into his lane based on what bumper sticker the car is sporting. I let in anyone that turns on their turn signal, since that is the law and I am for the most part an anal law-following man. However, just because I let someone in with a lame bumper sticker doesn’t mean that I won’t judge them and say snarky comments.
The driver I let in today I call the I call the “triple threat”: A pickup truck with a Gator license tag, a W bumper sticker and those plastic testicles hanging off the trailer hitch.
Classy.
3) On the drive over the bridge today, I approached a car that was weaving a bit in the lane. As I passed the car, I saw the reason for the erratic driving. The driver, a young girl of let’s say 24, was rocking out in her seat, bouncing and singing and thrashing her hair around her face. I couldn’t help but laugh. Everyone does this from time to time, right? What was killing me though, and what I wonder every time I come across this situation, is what not knowing what song has so excited the driver.
Or perhaps I should be wondering what drug has so excited the driver?
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