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Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo tries to approach driving in general, and commuting in particular, in a charitable frame of mind. I believe this is especially important in traffic hellholes like Northern Virginia and Downtown Dee Cee.
I don’t cut people off. I don’t yell and gesture. I (mostly) don’t tailgate. At mergers and when the curb lane is cut off by a parked car, I always make a point of letting the next driver in ahead of me. In short, I try to be a nice guy and a good Christian.
And when people in front of me don’t notice the light has turned green because they’re too engrossed with fiddling with their iThingy? Even here, for a first offense I limit myself to a restrained little tap on the horn. A veritable “Ahem, um, excuse me…”
But when the same woman does the same not-notice-the-light-is-green-because-iThingy-thing for three successive lights in a row? Yeah, I’m leaning on that horn long and hard with both elbows. More like “@(*#$&#@(*$&#*(&$!!!”
I hope the message got across this evening, but I’m somewhat doubtful.
St. Christopher is the patron saint of drivers. I’m pretty sure he’s perfectly comfortable with putting in a good word for me with the Old Man over this.
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