Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Driving Miss Dangerous
At what point do you go from mild mannered, commuting driver to psychotic road raged assassin? When some clown toots their horn at you for not moving forwards and blocking the intersection. The temptation to get out of the car and murder them is very great. If my glovebox contained a grenade instead of gloves it would have been a very different story. If my boot didn't have, well a pair of boots in it and a rocket launcher instead he would have been very sorry. Where do people learn to become such bad drivers? How many hours of bad driving habits does it take to get a licence in this? I'm a polite driver, I let people in when they indicate. They look at me like I've given them a kidney but then we all move along nicely. Is it me or are they getting worse out there?