Open Emotion

bumper thoughts

Each morning, as all the commuters wait patiently (or not so much, at all) at the traffic lights to enter the interstate, I look around at my fellow drivers. Usually, I'll get a small giggle about what someone is doing. I've got 8th grade boy humor, so even if someone is picking their nose, I find it amusing.

Yesterday, an old man was in his truck next to me. And on his bumper sticker, it read, "My bush would make a better president." Of course, I laughed, wondering if this old man knew what his "bush" was. I really hope so...or maybe not, cause that would make this even more hilarious.

Turn around and check that blind spot, lady!

One of my favorite topics to write about, because it annoys me that much, is traffic. Many times, I will compose my blogs while driving. Of course, they are much funnier and written with such wit that when it really comes out into a blog, it's not as hilarious nor witty.

Lately, I've realized that there are many people in the cities that skipped class the day they talked about checking their blind spots and also the day about how to properly check their blind spots. No, you do not have to turn your whole entire body causing your entire car to lurch in the direction of the blind spot being checked, just a glance over your shoulder will do. But, yes, a check is a necessary must.

Maybe not in the middle of the country and another car hasn't been around for the last 50 minutes, but in the middle of the city where cars speed up to your side at 70 mph, it is very important.

Tonight, there is this fabulously designed road, where I have to drive to get home. I travel in the middle lane until I get closer, then switch to the right. When I switch, to my right there is a ramp that enters the interstate and one that exits in the exact same spot. As you can imagine, I cuss the man/woman who designed this daily...and usually pretty loudly. Tonight, of all nights, the first night of time change (meaning everyone on earth is in a sour mood), a lady decided to enter the interstate and switch lanes without even bothering to glance over her left shoulder. Had she, she would have not caused me to yell loudly, honk like a crazy person, and swerve into the middle lane, thankfully, where no one was traveling at the moment.

So, moral of the story. Check your blindspots, driver!