Jan 25, 2006

Awwww, look at the shivewing Gweek pedestwians!

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Greek driver. Yup, I'm talking to you. I've been driving in Greece long enough to know what you're up to. You're behind a steering wheel of a moving vehicle therefore that makes you the driver. The people outside of the vehicle are moving around on foot, therefore they constitute as pedestrians. Not to you. Nope. These suckers are moving targets! And the Elmer Fudd in you is screaming "Open Season fo' wabbits!'

You spot the Granny leaning on her cane. With her deficient reflexes and poor eyesight she's checking for any oncoming traffic. Just when she thinks the coast is clear and ready to step off the sidewalk onto the pavement, the blazing sign lights up in your mind: 50 POINTS! Grannies with walkers: 150 POINTS! Grannies that shake their fist at you and drop their walkers: 250 POINTS! Young men go for less because they can outrun the car's bumper. You only brake for beautiful women in hopes that one may cast a "come-on" look your way.

I can't change your habit. I try to set forth a good example on the road. But, no, you just honk at me because you're upset that I let ONE get away! OK, OK, you have your distorted fun. However, when it's freezing cold outside and the remaining pedestrians left standing are being whipped by severe winds and sleet, give them fair play. Give them the right of way. Let them pass. You are safely in your warm car, protected by the laws of nature. Be a sport, Elmer. Tomorrow the sun will come out and you can go at them again!