Yesterday I took a vacation day at work to kid-sit my granddaughter. We were out running some errands and on the way home I realized I had been driving the last few miles with my left blinker on. :smack:
At least I wasn’t driving 15 mph in the left lane the whole time.
Last summer (or was it the summer before that?) I actually yelled at a kid to get off my lawn. He and his family walk past my house every day and apparently he didn’t like my zombie gnomes and would run onto the lawn to knock them down. He was only maybe 5 and I felt bad afterwards, but I just do not abide people, of any age, messing with my gnomes!
“Y’ever get stuck behind a guy whose turn signal has been on for about eighty miles? And you’re thinkin’ to yourself, “Well, maybe he’s just a really cautious man. I’m not gonna pass him now, he may turn at any moment.” And later you discover he was driving around the world—to the left!”
Oh hey - it’s because they don’t signal, right? :smack:
Here’s an old fart story. Driving today, I pulled in behind an elderly woman in an elderly car. Attached proudly to her trunk was an embroidered, hand-made “bumper sticker” (cross-stitch it looked like). “I’m sorry for driving so close in front of you.” I can verify that she did drive below the speed limit.
Old farts drive old buicks. Right? Altho’ there’s a group of ladies that tool around Texarkana in legit sports cars. All red with rag tops. They are aged, I am not sure how old the ladies are. They wear big hats so it’s hard to see their faces.