Larry Lujack said: “When buying a used car, punch the buttons on the radio. If all the stations are rock and roll, there’s a good chance the transmission is shot.”
So this morning as I was traveling to work at 6am. I was just driving and thinking about nothing in particular. The same goes for most mornings. Maybe thinking about what I was going to do when I first got to work or when I got home that night. Then out of the blue, a small car going at least 50 in a 30, was on me. I let him get around me because who wants to race someone at that hour in the morning? The weird thing was that I caught up with him at every single stop light. Isn’t that odd? We were traveling at two different speeds and I still caught him. It is all in the timing.
I pulled up next to him at the lights and looked over there. He never looked at me…not once. You would think he would have looked at me and, you know, thrown down the challenge.
Nope, he was a weenie and young. This led me to a conclusion. People who have no power in their lives use their cars to get power. I see the same thing when I am driving and people walk out in front of me as if they are not at all responsible for their own safety. It is all about me, stopping and making sure I don’t kill them. I was trying to come out of a parking lot at lunch and some kid on his phone was strolling along like he had no idea I was there. I had to restrain myself because I wanted to scream at him. I tooted instead and he still didn’t look at me. He just strolled along until I had a clear path out.
How do they know that I am not having a heart attack, stroke, dropped my phone, mad at my husband and very distracted by going over in my head what I should have said to him as opposed to what I actually said? You all know what I mean.
Am I really responsible for everyone? Distracted careless walkers and frustrated powerless drivers? I get that if I hit them I am going to pay dearly but is it really worth the chance you take if you are crippled or dead? I just don’t understand it. I watch my own ass. I don’t count on anyone else to protect me. Maybe it’s a generational thing.
I should just hit someone and get it over with.
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!