I almost hit a guy with my car today. He had his semi parked out behind the furniture store, backing it into the warehouse they have there, and he was tinkering on his tractor. He was blocking the entire north-bound lane of traffic, so I started to slow way down (which gave me joy in not only safety, but also because the guy behind me was tailgating me really bad, and I got to slow him down too). As I’m creeping up toward the truck, the driver clambers down out of the passenger side, heads around the front of his truck, and right in front of me. If I hadn’t been so eager to slow the guy behind me down, I would’ve hit the truck driver. There would have been no way for me to stop in time. He never even looked. This teaches me two odd things (and that’s probably not the point of this, but I’m taking what I see)
1. Always try to spite the person who tailgates you. Not only is it moderately fun, it’s also for safety.
2. Never trust anyone to do what they are supposed to do when they are supposed to do it. Like signaling when they are going to turn, or walking out into the street without looking to see of there are cars driving by. I cannot count the number of times I’ve waited at a stop sign or corner for the person who’s signaling to turn, and then they don’t turn, and if I’d gone, I’d be toast. Also, people who walk right out in front of cars and don’t look, because they think that they, a human who is easily broken, are somehow immune to the cars that are driving on the road. I’m thinking specifically of the high school, where kids barrel out into the street, without looking, almost daring a car to hit them. Just because there is a crosswalk there doesn’t mean that you can walk near it and still be safe, nor does it mean that you can walk out into the street at your leisure and expect everyone to wait on you. That’s not how the world works. It will be a hard lesson for you to learn when your parents finally stop buying you things, and no one cares who you are. It will happen. Good luck.
Whew! I feel better.
I’m really glad I didn’t hit that guy. He was good-looking, so there’s a possible loss to the gene pool. It would have hurt him, so there’s the guilt I would have felt for hurting someone. He seemed nice, so there’s the chance of making him angry and bitter for having been injured on the job, not to mention the loss of work, and that would probably make him a mean, old, angry person who nobody loves. Again…loss to the gene pool. There’s the damage it would have done to my car, and the cost to fix it, plus the rise in insurance rates that undoubtedly would have come from it. It’s just good all around. Mostly for my wallet and the gene pool.
I rolled down my window and asked if he was alright, because he seemed to have a mini heart attack when he realized he’d walked out in front of me. He waved and said he was fine. And he said he was sorry. “I was just in my own world this morning, sorry”.
I’m just glad I didn’t hit anyone with my car.
And I’m glad that I’m not responsible to the world for taking away one of the cute ones.
And I’m glad the guy behind me had to slow down…a lot… (see #1 above)
*insert evil laugh*