[cue the music, roll the opening credits, cue the announcer]
We join our intrepid hero as he is headed to dance practice. He approaches his trusty stead, a new Toyota Tacoma named “Tonks” on which he has only made three payments.
Smiling in anticipation of the drive, he carefully buckles up, adjusts the mirrors, looks behind and on both sides before backing out of the parking space, at the edge of the lot of course…we don’t want Tonks to get scratched up!
Approaching the exit to the parking lot, he slows, carefully looks both ways, and shifts into second, thus venturing out into the badlands… …otherwise known as the byways and highways of Dallas/Fort Worth. (Roads, streets and freeways for those who haven’t had coffee yet and didn’t catch the literary allusion!) 😉
Once out of the parking lot and onto the road he immediately encounters that orneriest of the ornery, the meanest of the mean, the rudest of the rude, the Scourge of the South, the nastiest critter in all of the West… a careless, distracted, self-obsessed driver, whereupon we hear our beleaguered hero declaim:
“Oh no she did-uhnt!”
Thus with a shake of his head and a well-timed Quadruple *SNAP* in Z formation, our intrepid hero begins his journey across town…. …only time will tell if he succumbs to base emotions and flips someone the bird along the way.
When Did Inconsiderate Driving Become Routine?!!!!
I’ve noticed a strange thing on the roads over the past couple of years. People are becoming routinely rude, inconsiderate and self-obsessed. Not everyone, of course; one must be careful with generalizations –there are still a range of drivers with behaviors running the gamut from steering wheel gripping beasts in the midst of a road rage episode to those who are friendly, courteous and law-abiding. But on the whole, the percentage of rude inconsiderate nuts on the road is definitely increasing. The ratio is shifting and not in a good direction. For those seeking real research and “just the facts” skip down to the Related Links and Articles section at the bottom of the post.
The rest of you who want some drama along with a chuckle or two, keep reading…
There is this little neighborhood bar where I used to go occasionally. On my way home from work, usually on Friday, I’d stop off for one or two beers and play TriPeaks on the bar-top video game machine. It was a good way to unwind just a little, especially when the week had been very stressful.
Pekers is one of those places where the bartenders know all the customers by name, generally waving and greeting you when you come through the door, and they have your drink ready by the time you get to a bar stool. The customers all know one another too, and it is not unusual for folks to give one another rides home just to make sure they get home safe when they’ve had a few too many. Even if you are like me and only go in there once or twice a month, you eventually become a “regular” and everyone knows your name. Hmmm.. Why do I suddenly feel as if I’m a character in a Garth Brooks song? 😉 ♬♫♪♩ I’ve got friends in low places… ♩♪♫♬
The day I lost my job, I did what many of us would do when we needed to sit and think, I went to my local watering hole and I had a beer. My inner domestic diva was trying to sway me toward going to a park and consuming three or four pints of Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk, but the beer won out. 😉
So, I walk in, Read the rest of this entry