If you know me you know I love everybody. If you don't know me, well, I love everybody. It really bothers me when something bad happens to someone else. I hate it when something bad happens to me, too, so I am not pretending to martyrdom, or any higher noble status. But, far and large I really want people to be happy.
So, it is with some remorse, some painful self loathing I have to admit when there is an accident on the freeway on my way to or from work my first thought is "I hope it doesn't bog down my drive." I always have a pang of guilt because at the very least somebody is going to be inconvenienced while their car is being repaired.
And I never root for accidents. For one thing it really fouls up my drive. But, if an accident happens anyway, this morning for example, sometimes I hope it involves someone whose driving has impressed me as being exceedingly risky.
I never want them to get hurt, and I don't really want anybody to have an accident, but if there is going to be one anyway it might as well have that insane person in the Chevy Equinox who weaved in and out of traffic, despite the treacherous conditions. If somebody is going to be involved in a collision it might as well be a person who is driving recklessly. Somebody who saw the person only fifty yards in front of us slide almost out of control on the overpass. Someone who had just been offered such startling proof the conditions were less than ideal.
If somebody is going to have to pay a higher premium, and answer a lot of questions from a surly, freezing police officer it might as well be a person who disregards countless visual warnings. It just makes sense. Most of us just find a place in line and make time the best we can.
I have to admit, though, I am always grateful when I get to the accident and it is not the person I wanted to have the accident. This morning the first accident was a Kia Sedona and a Dodge Ram on the overpass leading to the airport. The pickup truck had hit a patch of ice and spun completely around and the Kia was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happened with enough force to push both cars into the barrier designed to keep cars from driving off the overpass, which worked perfectly by the way.
It looked as if everybody was walking, and nobody was hurt too badly. I felt bad for them, and couldn't even really be too angry about the delay, since there were three more accidents, all on or just after a bridge or overpass. Me and my trusty steed strolled into work, late but without a scratch. And to my relief none of them seemed to involve serious injury or the Equinox. I can't live with that kind of guilt. I guess I should be more careful what I ask for.
Thursday, March 8, 2018
A Traffic Confession.
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.