Old People Should Not Be Driving
Volume 2
Assuming you have read my last installment of Old People Should Not Be Driving, you've come to understand my sever hatred for the eldrely and their possession of drivers licenses.
I had yet another experience that i can only gleefully add to the tally of marks on my wall reminding me of all my run-ins with the geriatric.
Let me tell you now..
Scenario Four
I'm driving down the highway going 60 mph. I come up to a car going much slower than that. My first reaction is to cross into the other lane and pass the doddering old git, when much to my chagrin, i realize that the car and it's faithful driver is not only following the white line, but has crossed it and made her way happily driving directly over it!! This woman, at this point i can see her curly silver mane as well as her husbands blindingly bald head, Don't Seem To Notice!
There are cars in both lanes creeping behind her neither of which can pass due to the fact that she has yet to choose an appropriate lane to travel in!!
My only thoughts were that she was gonna crash into someone who would be foolish enough to try to pass her and i, seeing as how i was tailgating her at this point, would be caught in the middle of a 3234234068 car pile up. Thankfully, my exit was in sight and i left the highway before the mass destruction ensued.
Scenario Five
Now i regret to inform you that i cannot go into great detail over this next occurence. Mainly because it's not my story to tell and i wasn't there.
I will do my best.
My boyfriends mother comes home and proceeds to tell us about an "Accident" at her work. She works at a restaurant that is frequented by our elderly friends. One day, while helping tables, she hears an "earth-shattering kaboom" that sounds an awful like that of destroyed glass. Low and behold, our geriatric driver and his wife had Drove INTO the Restaurant! Tables were collapsed, chairs destroyed and the floor was littered from wall to wall with broken shards of glass from the window front.
The man and his wife get out of their car, not at all startled, scared, or worried, look at the mess, turn to the owner and declare...
"You better get a mop for that."
God bless the senile, eh?