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I was going to originally post this in Sucky Customers; but I'm not sure it should go there. It's not exactly a sighting either, more a mild rambling about some bad drivers in parkinglots. I trust the admins to figure out where it goes and stuff it there.
You know, I sometimes wonder if people read when they drive. No, I'm not talking about the guy in the carpool lane reading the wallstreet journal. I mean, the signs and the little paint things in the roads. Ok, big paint things. You'd think people wouldn't miss a sign whose letters are six feet long. Still they seem to.
How many times have you been wandering across a parking lot, let's say at your local huge blue and grey department store only to come to that no man's land of black and white stripes. Yes, it's the cross walk. Either side of it guarded by these huge comforting letters that spell, in various faded forms. "YEILD." Looking both ways you see no car coming, and set off across the terrain. Each step with as much trepidation that a world war one private may have had upon hearing the order to go over the top.
It happens every time. You're halfway across, and then suddenly you're shocked to see a car, sometimes it's a low sports car with some balding fellow stuck in the 1980's driving; other times it's one of those sport utility vehicles that have never been used in mud. Still others, it's a car that's held together by duct tape, baling wire, and prayers. Lots of prayers. These vehicles don't slow down for you, or if they do, the driver gives you a hard angry stare. How DARE you walk in the cross walk. Can't you see that the signs say Yeild?
There have been some serious near misses in my time. Many a mirror has been knocked askew by my pained look as I jump back; praying I don't land on the car that likely had followed me up the ailse. Several times, I've screamed and gestured rudely at drivers; only to be cursed in return. Only once, just once, have I ever been hit. That is if you consider having your toes run over by a jetta as being hit.
Just once, I'd love to see someone take revenge. Maybe Candid camera could get in on it. Put those "tire damager" things under the crosswalk, so the next car that tries to enter when a person is there; ends up with four nice flats. Yeah, that'd teach them. It wouldn't take long for the idea to catch on; before long pedestrians would have the right of way again, not the right of pray. Parkinlots would no longer resemble a warped model of bumper cars, complete with small person targets. Ooo look mommy. There's someone in the cross walk. Speed up he's worth more points!
Ah, it's silly really. If people would just read, not read and drive, but read. And remember. Yeild, is not a personal challenge.
You know, I sometimes wonder if people read when they drive. No, I'm not talking about the guy in the carpool lane reading the wallstreet journal. I mean, the signs and the little paint things in the roads. Ok, big paint things. You'd think people wouldn't miss a sign whose letters are six feet long. Still they seem to.
How many times have you been wandering across a parking lot, let's say at your local huge blue and grey department store only to come to that no man's land of black and white stripes. Yes, it's the cross walk. Either side of it guarded by these huge comforting letters that spell, in various faded forms. "YEILD." Looking both ways you see no car coming, and set off across the terrain. Each step with as much trepidation that a world war one private may have had upon hearing the order to go over the top.
It happens every time. You're halfway across, and then suddenly you're shocked to see a car, sometimes it's a low sports car with some balding fellow stuck in the 1980's driving; other times it's one of those sport utility vehicles that have never been used in mud. Still others, it's a car that's held together by duct tape, baling wire, and prayers. Lots of prayers. These vehicles don't slow down for you, or if they do, the driver gives you a hard angry stare. How DARE you walk in the cross walk. Can't you see that the signs say Yeild?
There have been some serious near misses in my time. Many a mirror has been knocked askew by my pained look as I jump back; praying I don't land on the car that likely had followed me up the ailse. Several times, I've screamed and gestured rudely at drivers; only to be cursed in return. Only once, just once, have I ever been hit. That is if you consider having your toes run over by a jetta as being hit.
Just once, I'd love to see someone take revenge. Maybe Candid camera could get in on it. Put those "tire damager" things under the crosswalk, so the next car that tries to enter when a person is there; ends up with four nice flats. Yeah, that'd teach them. It wouldn't take long for the idea to catch on; before long pedestrians would have the right of way again, not the right of pray. Parkinlots would no longer resemble a warped model of bumper cars, complete with small person targets. Ooo look mommy. There's someone in the cross walk. Speed up he's worth more points!
Ah, it's silly really. If people would just read, not read and drive, but read. And remember. Yeild, is not a personal challenge.
Car was totaled, while the bus had some frontal damage.
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