(*Absolutely NOTHING political lies in the verbs, nouns, adjectives and gerunds that make up this diary.
This is purely, hopefully, potentially, a chuckle for chuckles sake.)
So, I'm driving in my car this afternoon (on the way to do a little holiday shopping for my wife) and I'm about to take a left turn onto a major thoroughfare.
Across the street... a car is about to make a right.
But since there are TWO lanes in the avenue we're joining, I'll be able to merge into the left lane... the other car into the right... allowing us both to do our intended business legally, simultaneously and peacefully.
Or so I THOUGHT...
What actually happens is that I follow my legal route, but instead of hugging the curb, the OTHER CAR decides to FORGO the right lane and head straight for the LEFT LANE... MY LANE... CUTTING ME OFF.
I swerve... the other car veers... I honk... the other driver follows suit... I yell something like, "What are you doing, you asshole!", while observing my nemesis screaming at me as well.
This is a full scale road rage incident.
And that's when it happened.
The event that made me REMEMBER something and REALIZE something else.
The event, was a voice from my back seat telling me...
"You know what the thing is about the really fucked drivers? They always in the biggest cars."
What I REMEMBERED... my 6 year-old daughter Josephine was in the vehicle.
What I REALIZED... my 6 year-old daughter Josephine has CLEARLY been doing a lot of driving with my wife.