Be Kind, Fellow Drivers

Mornings are hard. I get that. I don't like having to roll out of bed and become presentable. I don't like that I have to get in the car and maybe deal with traffic. All with very little coffee in my system. (I don't think there is ENOUGH coffee most mornings.) But good gravy people, if you have to be somewhere during rush hour leave a little earlier. Note that rush hour here begins around 6:30am...unless you're taking 35W. Then you should leave the night before. Please don't cut across three lanes landing in front of my car at a railroad crossing. Right now there is a person who arrived at work and probably complained about the Honda behind them who flashed her brights and honked Because I'm human and I believe that when someone endangers my well-being (and in this case the 3 cars behind me as well), they should be made aware even if they don't care. Honking here is the epitome of saying "Hey! I'm from somewhere other than Texas! I'm not sure why, but it's very rare to hear a Texan honk. Maybe they prefer to remedy the driving situation with fisticuffs or a duel? All joking aside, road rage is a real thing here and you never know who's got a conceal to carry. Anyway, this morning made me think of how easy it is to treat others as incidental when we're on the road. We drive without a care in the world - these are 3000 - 6000 pound hunks of metal. That can do a lot of damage.

And then, because my thought process is similar to what it looks like once a cat has attacked a ball of yarn, I started thinking about how driving skills are an analogy for how we treat each other. We expect to get what we want, when we want it and how we want it. It doesn't matter if someone else has been patiently waiting or working toward the same goal (construction traffic, anyone?). Why shouldn't we try to take the shortcut to get to the front of the line? On a more concrete note, turning on your turn signal does not entitle you to then merge. People do not have to allow you immediate access to their lane. A turn signal should be a polite way of saying "Excuse me, would you please slow down so I can merge into more than a 3 foot space between you and the car in front of you? No? Ok, I'll merge behind you instead where there are no cars." Another analogy...

I didn't intend this post to be all about driving and what monsters we all are to each other on the road.

So on a lighter note, DH came home last night and had an Amazon package waiting. He had ordered something for me for Valentine's Day. His face was priceless when he opened the package up. Slowly he placed 4 pieces of metallic glass and a bag of something called frit balls on the counter. Someone somewhere messed up. This led me to learn about frit balls this morning. Glass is kind of cool, y'all. These little glass beads almost look like something you'd build jewelry from if you were into that retro incense burning kind of jewelry. Amazon almost never messes up.

I imagine a big sign that says "0 wrong packages sent since 7/5/94" switching to "0 wrong packages sent since 2/11/16". Sorry, Amazon.