It's 106 miles to Chicago...
It's time for the second installment in David Sloan's school of how not to drive like a moron.
This entry concerns interstate drving, particularly a morning commute. I drive about twenty five miles to work each morning down I-40. A good portion of this drive takes place between concrete barricades due to road construction. All of this drive takes place in the presence of absolute morons. I beleive that most people -- perhaps normally rational, sane people -- when they get within two miles of a highway somehow lose all concept of reason and accountability. They become single-minded pea-brained zombies that only want to go forward as fast as possible regardless of their safety or others.
I actually can relate, as can all of you. The difference is, I am a creature driven by reason. People who do things that don't make any sense bother me to no end. It even bothers me when overhear two stupid people having a discussion. I can't help but listen to them prattle on stupidly about stupid things and agreeing with each others' stupidness. I have even, on more than one occasion and to the dismay of my own tablemates, stepped to the next table at a meal to correct a complete stranger's error in logic. I tell you this to emphasize just how much it irritates me for someone to be willfully stupid about something. This is why I become so irritated on the road. Take the following scenario, illustrated for you with downright baffling artistic skill and countless hours of perfectionist effort:
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