I was coming out of Harvey’s the other day and had the misfortune to witness first hand just how dumb some people can be. I pulled out of the parking lot with a fresh load of cracklings and got behind this lady as we started toward the traffic light, which was red. She was using her cell phone and obviously had her mind somewhere except on her driving because she went right through the red light, oblivious to the oncoming traffic. Thank goodness the other drivers were paying attention and braked for this idiot. She continued down the street and I got close to her again just as she came to another intersection and, would you believe it, she ran another red light, just talking away. The good Lord must really like this woman because no one was coming and she just went right straight through the light as if she owned the road.
Come on people! As Larry the Cable Guy would say, “That ain’t right.” If you don’t care about yourself, at least act like you care about innocent folk and pull over if you must have an in depth conversation on the cell phone while in a car!
While I’m at it, let me expound on another new phenomenon; grocery cart etiquette, or rather, the lack thereof. Let me explain. The dadblame carts are there for your convenience to help you get your stuff out of the store and into your car. Once you’ve gotten the stuff in the car, the carts are supposed to be placed in the little cart parks that are located close by, not left in the way of the next person trying to park.
I witnessed a pretty and nicely dressed lady unload her stuff into her SUV, get her fine self into her fine car, and leave her cart in the way of anyone else trying to park while there was a cart park only six steps away. Have mercy Jesus! Have we all gotten so lazy that we can’t walk a few steps in order to be considerate of others? What in the name of Jesse James has happened to us?
And another thing, you tobacco chewers out there, listen up; either spit out the window or swallow it, but please don’t do like the guy I saw last week. He was spitting into a pint glass jar, a clear glass jar mind you, and sitting the jar on his dash. I was behind him and all I could do was watch that jar of spit sloshing around, it about three quarters full. I was waiting for him to hit the brakes and just make an awful mess and nearly rear-ended him once because I was watching the jar of spit instead of watching him. He finally came to a red light, stopped, opened his door, and poured the jar of spit out onto the pavement. I nearly lost the sausage and biscuit I’d consumed while following this gentleman.
Yes, I consumed it while driving. Nobody’s perfect.