Too close for comfort
I can be, at times, a fairly aggressive driver. If you're in front of me, and are capable of going faster – yet you choose not to – this will indeed aggravate me, and I might have little tangents of minor road rage. I may tap my horn, motion for you to move the hell over, or some perform some other form of non-verbal communication (no, not that, I was thinking about sticking out my tongue).
I will not, however, get my bumper as close as possible to yours in an attempt to get you to look in the mirror and realize that I am there. Chances are you know that I’m there, and riding your bumper will only give you the motivation of driving even slower. So, I ask you, why do people continue to drive so closely to other cars bumpers that really not one positive thing shall come out of it? If I look in my rear view mirror, and I am unable to see the hood of your car, I am so not going to speed up, as the satisfaction of watching you get all agro FAR outweighs getting anywhere faster.
I think instead more people should do yoga. (Yes, I am an expert now after a mere two sessions.) If not for the relaxation of it, one should go for the sheer entertainment value. I attended my second session last night. My instructor is six months pregnant, which I am sure also creates some ease in the class as her movement has become somewhat limited, and therefore not wholly intimidating to a newbie like myself.
At the end of class we all were lying on the floor completely relaxed… lights off… breathing deeply. Suddenly I began to hear some odd noise. I initially panicked, as I realized I hadn’t turned my cell off, and not only did the class of peace and silence not need to be serenaded with “Talk a Walk on the Wild Side”, but I was mortified at the thought of being that girl.
It took a mere moment to realize, however, it wasn’t my phone at all, but the little Asian man lying on the other side of Miller Time. He had fallen asleep, and had begun making the most random noises, interspersed with mumblings of a foreign nature. I wish I spoke his tongue; I might have some juicy things to share…
No Zen for me tonight, however. Off to slingin’ some beans I go…
I will not, however, get my bumper as close as possible to yours in an attempt to get you to look in the mirror and realize that I am there. Chances are you know that I’m there, and riding your bumper will only give you the motivation of driving even slower. So, I ask you, why do people continue to drive so closely to other cars bumpers that really not one positive thing shall come out of it? If I look in my rear view mirror, and I am unable to see the hood of your car, I am so not going to speed up, as the satisfaction of watching you get all agro FAR outweighs getting anywhere faster.
I think instead more people should do yoga. (Yes, I am an expert now after a mere two sessions.) If not for the relaxation of it, one should go for the sheer entertainment value. I attended my second session last night. My instructor is six months pregnant, which I am sure also creates some ease in the class as her movement has become somewhat limited, and therefore not wholly intimidating to a newbie like myself.
At the end of class we all were lying on the floor completely relaxed… lights off… breathing deeply. Suddenly I began to hear some odd noise. I initially panicked, as I realized I hadn’t turned my cell off, and not only did the class of peace and silence not need to be serenaded with “Talk a Walk on the Wild Side”, but I was mortified at the thought of being that girl.
It took a mere moment to realize, however, it wasn’t my phone at all, but the little Asian man lying on the other side of Miller Time. He had fallen asleep, and had begun making the most random noises, interspersed with mumblings of a foreign nature. I wish I spoke his tongue; I might have some juicy things to share…
No Zen for me tonight, however. Off to slingin’ some beans I go…
posted by hannahhas @ Friday, May 13, 2005
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