(Although, what’s with Miley‘s over-the-top disgusting behavior? It’s extremely embarrassing and I’m so glad I’m not her mother.)
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Yeah, YOU, I’m talking to YOU- you inconsiderate Gen X tramp in the little blue Compressor Mercedes who eyerolled me as you tailgated so close I could see your limited repertoire of facial expressions (I was doing 35 mph, the actual posted speed limit), swerved around me by passing illegally, sped right through a stop sign without even slowing down, and sneaked into a parking place someone else was patiently waiting for at the Carlsbad Outlet Center.
I’m going out on a limb here, but I’m almost 100% sure that you don’t have the wit nor even the reading skills to to comprehend this — but perhaps you are acquainted with someone who possesses a moderate IQ who can bullet point it for you.
I was so mad, I scribbled this entire post sitting in my car — fuming — my shopping mellow totes harshed by your insolent indifference to others who inhabit this world.
I jotted down your license number after you slammed the door and ran off to wherever you were headed, but I didn’t feel like stopping the Carlsbad police officer who was patrolling the parking lot.
Because there are so many bad drivers out there on the streets and highways that it would have been a futile effort to stem the flood of lawlessness here in the Wild Wild West.
It’s true that you would have been inconvenienced, and that would have been very satisfying to witness, but so would I have been, and I didn’t feel like putting the effort into being a good citizen today. I’m sure you’ll do it again, and the next person will have to carry that burden.
I can’t tell you how much I really just wanted to punch you in your smug little face. But I didn’t. But I really, really wanted to. Really.
I thought about the road trip my tugboat man and I were on that had us rolling through seven states: California, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming — more than three thousand miles before we ended up back at Casa de Enchanted Seashells.
We saw all kinds of bad behavior during those long hours of driving in addition to the ubiquituous texting and cell phone use. There’s a certain alarming malfeasance in the way so many drivers pay absolutely zero attention to traffic laws; running stop signs and lights as if they didn’t exist, slowing down ON THE FREEWAY to read/write texts, or even worse, whizzing by at 100 mph in a 65 mph zone, and changing lanes with no warning…THAT’S WHAT YOUR TURN SIGNALS ARE FOR, IDIOTS.
California wins the prize for the most rude, inconsiderate, and dangerous drivers with Nevada coming in a close second.
We made it home unscathed, but it was really stressful. We had to be even more alert and practice defensive driving techniques to avoid potentially perilous situations.
Hubs proposed a question: “Are bad drivers bad people OR are bad people bad drivers?”
We came to the conclusion that either or both of those theories are valid.
What do you think? How do you weigh in on that query? What are the drivers like in your community/city/state?
- Miley Cyrus Twerking On Married Robin Thicke (bdentertainment.com)