Lady, You Scared Me.

It have been told many a time that I am a tough cookie.  I know the reason I give that impression – it is all about my backbone.  I feel compelled to stand up for the bullied and disenfranchised and in the process I sometimes come off as a bit fierce.  I can live with that.

Alas, although I am fierce  – I am no daredevil. I don’t go on really scary roller coaster rides and I don’t seek out additional risk for the thrill of it.  I am not an adrenaline junkie. All my bravery comes from my moral imperative.

Yesterday, I encountered a lady who scared me.  She was driving down Main Ave. at about 10:45 AM at a decent rate of speed in a white CRV.  She moved back and forth between the lanes multiple times without using a blinker and a couple of those times she slid in right in front of another vehicle.  As we sat in the turn lane at the light at 45th (me on the inside turn lane and her on the outside turn lane) I noted that she was smoking with one hand and texting with the other.  I confess, I watched her with great interest when the light turned green.  I wanted to see if she would try and continue texting and supply the tell-tale signs of  looking up and down at her lap repeatedly.

She didn’t…she didn’t lift her head that is.  She kept the cigarette in her hand, kept looking down, continued to text, and turned from Main to 45th.  I don’t even know how she did it.  I have to tell you folks, the second I got onto 45th I put as much distance between me and that lady as possible.  I was downright afraid of the complete lack of attention she paid to driving.

Distracted driving is bad news, but no hand, no visual, and no attention driving – what the heck is that?  OMG lady!  You could kill someone!  If I see you again driving distracted, I think I will have to use that backbone of mine to have a word with you…and so you know, it has been said that I am fierce.  Please be a better citizen and pull over if you want to text.

Day one thousand three hundred and eighty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

4 Responses

  1. B-Dubya

    Omigosh–I broke into a cold sweat just reading that! How will you dare get close enough to this lamebrain to give her the chewing out that she needs–she actually sounds like someone who is beyond stupid. Take care.

  2. Miki

    You could call 9-1-1 to report erratic driving behavior…if you can, get license plate number, make, model, color of car, street(s) driving on, direction headed, so forth. I work for a Sheriff’s office and hear reports over the radio of dangerous driving all the time.

  3. tim haering

    That’s a pearl of wisdom, MIki. Is yoor last name Moto? Yes, Ms. C, do what she say! Even if you see that CRV lady again and she driving normal, call in and report her retroactively. No, call now, today, anyway, license number or not. And contact your Legislature and GOv. Dalrymple about passing a texting while driving ban.

  4. B-Dubya

    Good advice, Miki and Tim! One thing I try to always keep in mind when I see someone acting irrationally in any way: Just how crazy are they?

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