I was hoping for more varied responses to the previous post. I think the winner is my dad’s comment with the Floridian’s response to certain traffic signals. Beautiful.
Now to the lovely story. I was driving down Church Street (just writing Church St. has me longing for the Black Mountain Bakery and their Mountain Mystique coffee brew on a lovely cool morning . . . sigh . . .) on my way to work and came upon the blinking yellow light as Church goes over 65. I should have proceeded with caution considering I just saw two cars fly through the blinking red-light of which they are supposed to stop, look for any on-coming traffic and then proceed through the intersection. But, no. It’s early, it’s Saturday and there aren’t many cars out. All of a sudden a small white car comes barrelling down on me. Feet on brake. A little fishtailing. Speedy heart rate. But no awful sound of front of white car smashing into side of my car. No deployment of airbags. Whew. After laying down some lovely words directed toward the errant driver I proceed on. As I look back in my rear view mirror at the next red light I watch another car just fly through the intersection.
I’ve always been a firm believer that drivers in Nashville were bad. This just adds more proof. Ugh. I find myself driving more offensively than defensively. I’m sure there are bad drivers everywhere but give me a break.