My Tiny World

I really have to make an effort to write stuff down. I mean as it occurs, not try to shred my feeble brain from the remembering of what I THOUGHT and subsequently FORGOT.

I do that a lot. I am out of practice from the days when it was important for me to remember to the days that my mind is crammed with scenarios, questions and the occasional answer; no time to inflict with acerbic casualty on the indifference or stupidity of others.

Catch me in my car however and my retinas transmit to my brain with a searing intensity that makes... certain things.... hard to forget.

So if I am ever cursed with the sight of you in the future, remember this...

I hope to haunt your every second of your every day with my considerable yet impotent anger at your selfish BS excuse for driving as I watch powerlessly as you endanger everyone including yourself with your reckless disregard for the RULES.

Put the GOD DAMNED PHONE DOWN!

You took out a woman getting ready to drop her daughter off at daycare and the driver of a delivery truck because it was more important to you to chatter with your insipid friends about your homeroom teacher, or your date last night, or what you are wearing to school today.

Didn't your parents teach you any better?

You almost took me out too, even as I honked my horn to TELL YOU TO PAY ATTENTION, but you flipped me the bird with your vacuous stare as you turned into oncoming traffic.

I told you.

It's not like you weren't warned.

SO I had to tell it to the Po-leese. How you weaved through two lanes of traffic across a double yellow line back across to the left turn lane and across the nose of a woman turning right and a truck driver turning left and you did what you always wanted to do.

You stopped traffic.

So they cart the truck driver off on a stretcher and upright his panel van, clear at least ONE of the lanes you obstructed with your eagerness to make a statement about your driving prowess and move on to the remnants of the little Cooper and it's wholly unprotected contents.

You are what seems to be, relatively unscathed. You at least, are walking under your own steam.

Meanwhile the microcosm of my tiny world gets to witness the benefit of your handiwork.

See, you made the news too.

And hours later I am home. My son got on the bus without the benefit of me there to see him off. I can count on ONE HAND the times that this has occurred. All of them but this time were of my own design.

So the next time you are behind the wheel and driving like Speed Racer and someone honks at you nearby, do endeavor to remember what happened the last time you flipped them the bird.