I’m late in the day, on a day that would have been Aunt Esther’s 105th birthday.
As a reminder of this lovely woman:
I miss her terribly.
You beautifully created means of locomotion and safe passage from one point to another.
Why do you allow blockheads to drive these contraptions?
Am I asking too much to request that you strike with bolts of lightning those who:
- in the middle lane of the freeway, drive 10 clicks slower than the speed limit;
- fail to signal a turn;
- drive large vehicles and think they own the road; and/or
- don’t know how to merge into traffic?
Am I being mean-spirited?
If not, then perhaps one other query?
Might you please flatten the tires of every jerk who, when seeing a car starting to back out of a garage, or a parking space, and instead of stopping, decides to barrel past the car and almost get hit? (Dear Lord, I can’t tell you how many times a month I have to slam on brakes, even at a modest 5 m.p.h., because someone can’t give the 10 seconds for me to back out of a space.)
Thanks in advance for your many mercies to me, and your punishment to the trangressors.
P.S. — might you regulate my body temperature so that I don’t feel like I’m turning into an old man who is cold one minute, then warm the next?