I am a very cautious driver. In fact, before last Sunday, I hadn’t been pulled over in over four years. I might always be dealing with kids yelling for something or other, but I’m cautious and careful. And like every other cautious and careful driver it bugs me when other drivers are not as cautious and careful.
In fact I might, maybe, just a bit, sometimes yell at these people. From the comfort and safety of my car. With the windows rolled up. It helps me blow off steam and get on with my commute.
C, however, does not quite understand this practice.
Take this morning for instance. On a rather, ok, really busy highway, a person right in front of me realized too late that he needed to get off said highway. Instead of continuing on to the next exit and turning around, like the rest of us might have done, this individual sllloooowwwwwed way down and then STOPPED while waiting for a break in the cars in the lane next to us. Stopped his car. In the middle of the highway. During a fast moving morning commute.
Cars whizzed by all around us and I felt like a sitting duck. I figured it was a matter of seconds before someone behind me didn’t notice that I was stopped and plowed right into us.
So I did what any rational, cautious, and careful driver would do. I lay on the horn and screamed at the other driver. From inside the safety of my car. With the windows rolled up.
“Mommy? Do you think that person heard you?” C asked sweetly from the back after I stopped my tirade, the offending car moved over to the right, and we finally moved on.
“Well, I’m sure he heard me honk.”
“But did he hear you yelling?”
“No, that he probably didn’t hear.” Thank goodness.
“Well, then, maybe next time you should open the windows when you yell. That way maybe he’ll hear you.”
Nothing like the point of view of a 4-year-old to show you how ridiculous you are.