Driving Mrs. Craisy

Utah drivers are bad. Okay, in my opinion Utah drivers can generally be classified as bad. That of course does not encompass everybody, and I do try to take into consideration that everybody has “bad driver” moments. I, like everybody else, consider myself a good driver. I use my turn signals, I come to a complete stop, I drive defensively. I even take it upon myself to help other drivers improve. For the last several years I have been on a one-man mission to “change the world one finger at a time”. But I kid….kinda.

Today we ventured out of our sanctuary out in to the world. As you might have guessed, I did not go well. Luckily I was able to convince Wendi to drive (yes I know that means she wears the pants in the relationship) or I would have probably blown a gasket. I was already yelling at the people (as if they could hear me through my windshield) and shaking my head in disgust. Let’s just say it’s probably a good think I’m not a police officer or there would have been handing out tickets written on napkins by the end of the day.

Okay, so here is the most amazing of the horrible driving stories from today. We were driving on State St. and reached the light for Main St. Utahans have a bad habit of running the left turn light since the delay between that light and the oncoming green gives some leeway. Well this light was no exception and one more car went through than probably should have and then our whole line of traffic started through the intersection. Suddenly Lil’ Miss 10 seconds later decides the light is still orange and heads through the intersection. So 10 cars got to slam on the breaks to let Sister Colorblind squeeze through that particular light. I would have thought that the wall of cars coming at her would at least have slowed her down but no…she was like Han Solo yelling “Punch it Chewie!” Who names their kid Chewie anyway? Now, if by chance you happen to think I’m exaggerating this story this should put it in to perspective for you. My wife, who is pretty easy going as far as drivers goes, honked at the lady to let her know she did not appreciate her shenanigans. Yes, SHE HONKED!! I don't know if the lady could hear the honk over my yelling but she still did it.

I could go on but I’m not even going to tell you about the lady who was texting on her cell phone while driving through construction where the lanes shifted but she did not. Oh crap, you totally tricked me in to telling you anyway. You are a tricky one! I can tell I’m going to have to keep my good eye on you. I don’t know…LEAVE ME ALONE!!!