The boat! The boat!

A long long time ago in a small town not so far away I saw a little old Grandma driving her car around. She was unusually short but to counteract it she put a monstours cover on her steering wheel. It was so tall all you could see of her was about the op of her haif poof. Hilarious to see, dangerous to think about. I wondered at the time if she drove by looking through the hole under the steering wheel crest and over the dashboard.
Today I ran into a similar thing. Due to circumstances beyond my control I ran out of errad time at lunch and compensated by dashing through the McDonalds drive-thru. What can I say, hot fudge sundaes rock my socks off. Well, ahead of me in line was some monstrous rig...Ford Expedition maybe? I was looking UP at the rims. I know Mustangs sit low to the ground but that was still ridiculous. Well, she started my dislike of her by spending over 5 minutes at the ordering board. Dude...you can name everything on the menu in 5 minutes. twice. What is taking you so long?
Then after she paid she took one of those bizarre angles where she could not turn the corner so she is backing up and pulling forward and backing up and pulling forward repeatedly. It took her so long to figure out how to negotiate the corner that her order was ready for her when she got to the window. Took me 15 seconds to pay and pulled up behind her. So she got her order and pulled ahead....8 feet. With a 12 foot rig. Okay, so my dimensions are probably off...what is without doubt correct is this moron could not pull ahead far enough for me to get to the window. Finally she gets it through her vapid blond skull to pull further ahead so I could receive my order. I pull up, get my order, go to leave....and she is STILL sitting there blocking the driveway so I can't leave their drivethrough.
Now, I believe handicapped people should be allowed to participate in society as much as possible but seriously...can we draw the line at letting full blown retards drive oversize tuna boats when they neither know how to maneuver them nor have any comprehension of driving courtesy to the point where other people can accomplish their business? Is that really too much to ask?
Dear Santa; for Christmas I want a blowgun with very sharp darts so I can flatten the tires of people like her.


Thanks,

A concerned citizen.

1 comment:

Riot Kitty said...

You said: Is that really too much to ask?

I reply: Unfortunately, yes. She's probably related to the woman who backed into me and demanded to know why I didn't back up immediately, because clearly she had her reverse lights on!