I am that driver & Me
Posted February 11, 2011on:
I am confessing – even without the confession app for iPad or an iPad itself. (See yesterday’s blog post).
I am that driver on the road the other day with my trunk open, flopping away. I didn’t notice until I was on the highway coming home from my morning walk at the mall.
Not having had a car with a trunk for a good 20 years, I apparently was out of practice in pushing the buttons on my remote with my gloves on. I didn’t realize I had clicked the “hold,” as it is called on my electronic thingabob.
I am grateful none of my valuables, like my Scrabble games, did not fly out of the trunk of my car. It’s hard to play Scrabble on Hwy. 16.
Yes, I am that driver who drove in this same car with my flashers on – the car not my body – until I could pull over and read the manual and figure out how to turn them off.
And yes, I am that driver who a couple years ago was left the following note on my windshield. When I arrived at my car, the author reinforced the same words.
I hope the gentleman has since received anger management counseling because he certainly need it.
Yes, I am that driver who occasionally does dumb stuff. I understand if you will want to drive the other way when you see me. But the truth is I am not the only person on the road who does dumb stuff.
There’s a good chance that you are that driver, too. You just do different dumb stuff.