Some People Need to Break Out of Their Own Little Universe
If I had to choose one thing that makes that big vein in Pepper's temple swell and pulse to beat the band, it's encountering another driver who is talking, or texting, on a cell phone. (Asian women drivers in New Orleans are a close second, but cell phones definitely win).
I can usually tolerate chatting drivers, unless they're totally distracted and approaching me under head-on-collision conditions, but I saw something today that I. Could. Not. Believe.
I was sitting at a red light and heard/saw an ambulance coming down the four-lane cross-street with lights flashing and siren blaring. There were several cars ahead of it, most of which were jockeying for position to get out of its way. Most of them, that is, except for the lady talking on the cell phone and gesticulating wildly as she moseyed on down the road in her silver Altima, totally oblivious to the ambulance on her rear bumper. I mean totally oblivious.
She didn't even react when the driver honked at her as he turned onto the side street where Touro Hospital is located. I suppose Touro was its destination, and that tells me that it was loaded with someone in enough medical distress to summon an ambulance. And with the cost of medical transport these days, there had to be plenty of medical distress involved to make that kind of investment! And, although unlikely, that woman could potentially have cost that patient precious seconds in receiving life-saving treatment!
They say that what goes around, comes around, and that Karma is a bitch. If that's the case -- and I do believe it is -- I'd say that we should all steer clear of the lady in the silver Altima for the near future.