I've said on more than one occasion that there are two reasons why K won't 'let' me own a gun. First, he'd be very afraid that he wouldn't see his next birthday if I had a gun at my disposal and, two, if I didn't do him in, he would be afraid that I would leave a long line of drivers dead by the side of the road. And Monday gave me a good indication of how right he is to be afraid--some drivers don't deserve to LIVE, much less have licenses.
I sleep whenever we travel. It all started when I was kid and had car sickness: The sleeping helped keep me from getting nauseous. Sleeping had/has become such a habit with me, that I continue to do it to this day. I have told K that I HAVE to sleep because he makes me so nervous with his driving--and he IS a good driver, I'm just a nervous passenger. I found out on Monday that I need to sleep just so I don't have to experience the OTHER drivers on the road. I usually sleep until we are within a mile of our destination, but on Monday I woke much earlier than usual, so I got to see what goes on when I'm passed out. And it was more than a little frightening. As I was stretching and attempting to clear the cobwebs from my sleepy mind, I began to pay attention to what was going on around us. And there are some drivers--most?--who should not be on the road. This is what I saw in a mile-long stretch as we were racing down the interstate at 70+ MPH...
- The first driver I noticed was hugging the center line and I pointed her out to K, while telling him to watch out. As we passed her, I saw she was fixing her hair as she drove down the highway. Now, she wasn't just moving her hair around, she was fluffing and combing and straightening and patting her hair with BOTH hands. WITHOUT any hands on the steering wheel. No wonder she couldn't keep the car moving in a straight line.
- The very next car we passed was being driven by a guy, who I am CONVINCED is a serial killer. I SWEAR, when he glanced at me, that I saw flames shoot out of his eyeballs. And I KNOW he would've ended my life with just a little more than a look, if he wanted. I'm completely sure his picture is hanging in the post office...he was very, very scary.
- And finally, the third car we passed was being driven by a guy, also. Now, 'driven' probably isn't the proper term for what he was doing, because I have no idea HOW he was steering this vehicle. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an iPad in his left hand and he was reading it. Yeah, while going down the highway. BUT that wasn't all. He also had a cellphone squished between his right ear and shoulder and was talking on it. And it gets better. He was WRITING on a pad of paper with his right hand. I know, I MUST have seen wrong. Nope. I looked more than once just to make sure I saw what I saw and didn't imagine it. I have no idea how he steered the car--and I don't know if I WANT to know.