I want to feel like the words I type here bring forth change.
Like I am making a tiny bit of difference.
I want to feel like I’m heard.
But I feel like I’m not heard.
Like I have never written a word, pushed publish, or tweeted out a status update.
If anyone had been reading my carefully placed words. on my beautifully designed blog, then I would not be stuck in traffic every night of the week.
Construction workers would only be working from 11:00am-3:00pm and 7:00pm – 5:00am.
There would be NO slow drivers in the fast lane and I would not see selfish drivers passing transport trucks, on the inside, before the massive beasts had a chance to haul their HAWGS back over to the slow lane.
If my universally known blog had been poured over, while at a coffee shop, I wouldn’t have watched vehicles drive on the shoulder of the road in order to get further in line… just to wait longer… for construction.
Fresh young hooligans on their crotch rockets and motorcycles would not be zipping in front of me in a traffic jam.
Drivers would be paying attention to whether they had turned off their signal light three hours ago, or not.
If my award winning writing had been printed off and passed around the lunch table I would not have to remind the entire population of the world that driving like assholes is a punishable offence.
A throat punch.
Because my previous warnings about distracted driving, driving over the age of 90, driving on the curb, grass, ditch, sidewalk, and/or shoulder of the road, were not taken seriously take this brass knuckled gullet jab as the official ticket.
Ticket to pain!
I get very stabby when drivers do not follow my rules of the road.
I trust this reminder won’t have to be sent out again.