Cracker Jacks
May 15, 2008 by Lynda
Driving back from lunch yesterday, I stopped at a stop sign. Just ahead of me in the parking lot was an outlet. Technically, I drive by this and the people wanting to use this stop. I covered the brake as I saw the woman in a silver SUV with a giant dent in the door look to the right, then pull in front of me to turn left, taking my right of way. She never looked my direction, but I stopped. She was totally oblivious to me even being there. I turned to Dan and said, “I see she has that dent in the door for a reason.”
Then, like sheep, the car that was behind her almost did the same thing. The driver in that car kind of got an “Oh, yeah” look though, and changed his mind about pulling in front of me. His door didn’t have a big dent in it. I imagine he just had a mental lapse for a moment.
My wife says that same thing when someone has a car with damage, and drives like an a**hole. Weird.
His car almost had a big dent in it.
It’s times like that when I get irritated that my horn doesn’t work…
I love warm weather- you can yell at them, and they actually hear you!
Sometimes when I’m driving along, thinking about other stuff, not really paying attention, I sorta go on “auto-pilot”. I just assume that if the guy ahead of me is moving, then it must be ok for me to move too.
This would be bad, though, if the guy in front of me was running a red light or a stop sign!
Here’s hoping that if I ever drive to Indiana, I don’t accidentally run into your car.
Or your house.
I always think the same thing when I see someone in a dented up car do something stupid. There is a reason that car looks like crap.
Um, I’m still trying to figure out the Cracker Jack connection….
I know it’s probably me, since no one else is mentioning it. I’ll read it again..