“The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any.” -- Fred Astaire
I nearly died three times last week. And I wasn’t drinking or speeding. In Arizona we have an annual migration known as “Snowbirds”. While I am infinitely grateful for their financial contribution to our communities and the return of my friends’ loved ones, this year seems to be different - everyone’s normal asshole driving while Christmas shopping seems to be continuing into the New Year.
When I’m practically run down three times in the last week, just trying to get from my car to the grocery – all by senior citizens – I get a little surly. Now I’m not only nervous on the roads but in the crosswalk at the grocery, the parking lot at Walgreen’s and the aisles at Costco. Foolishly, I thought that a car over 30 feet away, on the other side of the crosswalk, driven by an older individual would let a pedestrian cross. I had to run to avoid being hit, and as a fluffy girl, let me assure you, that’s not pretty.
Full disclosure here: I drive like a distracted demon leaving Hell. I’m the first to admit it and the handle on the passenger side of my car has the nail marks to prove it. But there is NEVER a school zone or pedestrian wanting to cross that I will blow through. NEVER. I believe it comes down to manners and Karma. Let’s just say that there are quite a few seniors in Arizona with some Karmic imbalance right now.
The Holidays Are Over. Please Find Your Manners.
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