OK, I admit it. It’s easy to get annoyed at this, so call this a rant instead of a blog post.
On the way to the mountains today, it was beautiful. Fall leaves, cool, brisk air, and… what seemed like every rude, inconsiderate, or just plain stupid driver on the planet. Well, since the NASCAR race was last night and we live around Charlotte, it’s conceivable that every rude, inconsiderate, stupid driver within an eight hour drive was here. Maybe they weren’t all here to drive me crazy – to believe that would make me delusional and paranoid (I have been called those before, but that’s for another time) – but they could’ve all been here.
If they weren’t driving 15-20 mph over the speed limit, they were under by 10. They tailgated. They hit their brakes for no reason. They cut you off. They swerved right at you – even though they should’ve been able to see you. I mean, if you look outside your driver’s side window you can see if another car is there, right? If there’s anything that should be going off in your head, it should be something like “Hmm… maybe I shouldn’t swerve into those poor, unsuspecting, folks who are just trying to get around the God-awful Mercedes school-bus SUV that cut them off.”
Which has led me to one irrefutable conclusion. To drive, you don’t need a license. You don’t need to be a certain age. You just need to pass through two signs. First, is the IQ sign:
The next is the sign that measures your levels of consideration/kindness to others:
Frankly, I don’t see the problem with this system. Because there are people that are mean. There are people that are less than bright. There are people that are mean and less than bright.
If we ever put this in place, I just hope I’m tall enough…
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Lisa Frame is a under-organized, over-achiever. She's a freelance writer covering tech, travel, business, parenting and food. The need for more "me time" has lead her to search the seven corners of the earth in order to find the ever-elusive lazy streak without success. When she's not living online, she's pestering her husband and son in order to test their breaking point and give them something to discuss with the shrink.
