If every single driver you pass on the interstate starts flashing his brights at you, this is what we call A Clue: Your headlights are off.
The "interstate" portion of my homeward commute generally lasts all of 15 minutes, and I saw two, count 'em two, idjits running dark.
As one of them passed me I could see that she also needed to hang up the damned phone and drive.
These were far from the only behind-the-wheel jackasses I saw today, but they may have been the most egregious.
Maybe.
The "interstate" portion of my homeward commute generally lasts all of 15 minutes, and I saw two, count 'em two, idjits running dark.
As one of them passed me I could see that she also needed to hang up the damned phone and drive.
These were far from the only behind-the-wheel jackasses I saw today, but they may have been the most egregious.
Maybe.
1 comment:
Top Ramen at Huachuca used to stop people in the parking lot or motor pool who were running dark and tell them "Turn on your lights, James Bond!".
I've used the same line myself a lot.
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