Learn to drive!

I put my article on doctors on pause for a moment - but it is almost finished. I did so to discuss an on-going trend here in California - people who flat out should not be behind the wheel of anything with a motor!

What is wrong with the huge population of drivers here that drive like fools? I am referring to those that either; drive 45 miles an hour on the freeway in the fast lane, insist on driving no further than 12 inches from your bumper, zoom around to pass you and then cut you off to slow down as soon as they are in front of you, or (my favorite of all) those who slow down to 10 miles per hour anytime it's raining!

California does not have a lot of rain but it does rain here once in awhile - but it's as if people believe the sky is actually falling! It's a bit like that crime rates connection with the full moon; it starts raining lightly and they all just start acting/driving like someone flipped off the brain switch - lots of them slow down to just above coasting uphill speed, while others speed up to 95 and swerve between lanes without signaling and their lights off, and still others just change lanes aimlessly like a heard of confused cattle.

We really need to re-think the prerequisites for allowing people to drive 2000 pound pieces of metal in this state. We might decrease traffic if we did even a half way decent job of making sure people driving were at the very least; sane, coherent, and had an IQ above their shoe size!

Strange happenings

So I am sitting here writing an article on Googles new app Knol when I hear some girl crying and yelling at someone so I stopped for a moment to listen. Then I hear loud shattering of glass and she starts screaming at whoever she's with. So I shut off the lights very stealth like and peep through the blinds to see some guy start running away from my house faster than a prisoner on a run from the law.

This being understandably a bit odd, I decided to go outside. When I opened my garage I could smell some kind of skanky perfume like someone had just sprayed it in my eyes! I noticed a purse on the ground in front of my car, glass everywhere, the contents of said purse scattered everywhere - and no one around.

I examined my beloved car to make sure someone wasn't trying to break in. As I paced around my car holding a flashlight in one hand and a 9 iron in the other I see (presumably) the girl who was crying walking over the pickup her stuff, I tried to ask if she was ok but she kept silent; and from a good 15 feet away I could smell that she had definitely had a few too many, and then had a few too many more! Even though she looked like she had just started her freshman year at highschool.

Out of nowhere I see the same guy who was running down the street earlier walking up looking like he's going to be starting a little something with me (see why I brought my trusty 9 iron?) but he said he was sorry - helped her pickup her stuff while she was still sobbing like a little baby; and promptly left without saying a word to each other.

WTF?!?!?!?!