Friday, July 24, 2009

Brake, Gas, Brake, Gas....

I drove to work this morning, behind a woman driving an older red Ford Taurus.

This lady was on her cell phone.

This lady had a mental (and physical) connection between her feet and her cell phone.

When her phone would ring, she'd hit the brakes.


On the interstate.

When the phone came up to her ear, she'd hit the gas.

Really hit it. And Speed off.

When she hung up and looked down to dial another number....BRAKE!!!

Phone up to her ear.....GAS!!!

Hang up, dial another number....BRAKE!!!

Phone up to her ear....GAS!!!


Traffic was thick, I couldn't change lanes to escape. :-)


Badass Geek said...

Sounds like the way my great-grandmother drives. It's either accelerator-to-the-floor or stomp on the brakes.

It's a wonder she has never gotten whiplash.

Nej said...

Your great-grandmother must have killer neck muscles by now! :-) :-)

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

In that case, I think a little Richard Petty style love tap would be warranted.

Nej said...

@ mjenks - Don't think I didn't consider that. (hehe)

Brook said...

I would have been frothing at the mouth-foamy spittle flying with the force of my cussing and more than likely my hands would have been waving about in a furious fashion.
And well, it is fuckin' Friday after all! =)

Nej said...

Fuckin' Friday is right. :-)

Nej said...

And there may have been a little spittle by the time I got past her....just a little. :-)

mo.stoneskin said...

Crazy. That would drive me mad. The grandmother comments reminds me of my best friends grandmother who used to drive only in 1st gear. Just grinding about town destroying her car. (remember we don't really do automatics over here!)

Nej said...

@ Mo - She drives everywhere in first gear?? Ouch!! Makes me cringe just thinking about it. :-)

(2 of our vehicles are manual transmission...I love 'em!)