Before I start today's post, I must say,"bless you God", for my husband. I say this for two reasons; one, because he gives me such great blog fodder on such a regular basis, and two, because he has the ability to laugh at himself.
It is my contention that women drivers have gotten a bad rap. For years there have been jokes and snide comments about what terrible drivers women make. I have come to the conclusion that, really, it is the men that are the stinky drivers. I come to this conclusion by way of my own clinical research (examining the driving records of myself and my husband). It is not that I have never done anything stupid when it comes to cars and driving. There is, of course, the time I jumped in my car to go grab lunch for my family and our guest that was visiting and promptly backed into our guest's car (a BMW). Cute. There was also the time before I was married and still living at home that my mom and step-father had an architect over to discuss some renovations they were considering doing to the house. I had to leave, as I had a job interview. Once again, I jumped in my car and promptly backed into the architect's car (also a BMW, do those things have magnets in them or what?). I left the scene and called my mom from a pay phone down the road, (yes, I am dating myself admitting that I used a pay phone instead of a cell phone), told her what happened, and left it to her to inform the architect. Nice. However, over our many years together my husband has had MANY, MANY more speeding tickets and fender benders then I could ever have dreamed of having.
Which brings me to yesterday. My darling husband needed to take his car into the shop because he had hit a light post with a giant cement bottom pulling out of a parking spot and whacked the alignment out of place. It begs the question, how fast was he going as he was leaving the parking spot? Anyway, yesterday was the day to take it to the repair shop. My daughter and I were following him to the shop in my car so that we could bring him home. We came to a traffic light. The light was red, however as soon as we slowed and came to a stop it turned green. After a few seconds, I realized my husband was not moving. He had not realized the light had changed. I honked my horn. Nothing. I honked again. Nothing. I now realize I can see him bobbing his head along to music, obviously so loudly that he could hear nothing else. I laid on the horn. Nothing. I tried his cell phone. Nothing. I laid on the horn some more, I swear it was for a good 30 seconds. We are not the only two cars at this light by the way. No one else honked, I guess they figured that the crazy lady laying on the horn non-stop would eventually get his attention. At this point my daughter says "Why isn't daddy moving?" I have now started laughing so hard I am doubled over and no sound is coming out. Finally, he notices (had to be divine intervention) and proceeds along as if nothing happened. It was clear by his actions that he really thought the light had just turned green and it was time to go. When I finally reached him on his cell phone, I laughed for about the first 10 seconds of the call and finally managed to tell him what had happened. He started laughing too. I am laughing again just writing about the event. Absolutely hilarious.
I rest my case. It is really the men who need help when it comes to driving, and, clearly, it is not only the blondes of the world that can be a little spacey at times.
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