hen you’re driving you probably pay attention to your surroundings, read signs, notice the vehicles in front of you and take note. I was driving, and I use that term loosely, as I was actually parking my way through much-needed construction. You see, after nearly 3 years of no budget in this brain-forsaken state, once one finally gets passed, it’s like that giant iceberg breaking off the Larsen C Ice Shelf. Things start to happen and stand still all of at the same time. PrOgReSs!
I digress, back to my traffic jam. I notice the 18-wheeler in front of me and instead of the typical 1-800-HOW’S MY Driving? I see, “NO PASSING.” “Well, look at me! I’m SOOoo important and I’m going to DEMAND you don’t pass my truck!”
Now, once traffic moves, and I get a better look, I get it and realize that’s not the intended message. However, how many drivers on the roads today do you think don’t get the joke?
I shudder to think. Don’t kid yourself, they’re out there following this semi no matter how slow it’s poking along all the while completely unaware.