The Ettiquitte; driving
So, I need to warn you right out the gate;
This blog is full of pure frustration and probably wont help you, and might even waste your time.
There. So if you’re still reading you cant complain. K?
I don’t get scared very easy. I don’t watch horror flicks or get my kicks out of urinating on my self involuntarily. They aren’t scary just plain dumb says I. I always know when leather face is going to jump out and stab unsuspecting defenseless unrealistically beautiful actress. Hey, ware more clothes especially when said villain might be lurking around any corner. You know he will jump out when it gets all Eire and quiet (what am I talking about over here?)Though I do like it when Karyn grabs me during the scary parts. Anyways.. for the most part I’m solid and if my fiance needs me to kill a spider I will kill without an ounce of fear.
Today I was driving around town, which can be, for lack of a better word TERRIFYING!! And I was rudely reminded of my responsibility to at least this corner of the universe. “And what responsibility is that,” you ask?
Well, obviously my responsibility to spread the word on how to behave. Pretty simple, really.
There is always (we will refer to him as “that guy”) that guy who in sists on not using any signals while swerving in and out of traffic with guns and roses playing. But its ten times more terrifying when you make eye contact with him and discover he is on his cell phone. I can honestly say Ive never been “that guy.” What I mean is; I’m not stupid or a jerk when I drive. It is my opinion that a persons personality is magnetized ten fold when one gets into vehicle. What I mean by that is if you are “that guy” everyone will notice because everyone’s time and safety hang in the balance.
Redding is a very strange place to drive in. Not only is there old people everywhere, but there is construction literally EVERYWHERE.. I don’t know whats going on. But I know; “If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem.” <—- Die Hard
See I told you, waste of time.
I’m in love with you.
…Oh, and your blog is well-written as usual. Your writing is bully. Though you should take advantage of the fact that your fiance can spell and have her check it over for you.
Bad spelling is probably a sign of being a genius, you know, like Einstein couldn’t remember his phone number..k
Karyn said this on May 28, 2009 at 10:27 am |