Friday, May 4, 2007

Why Courteous Driving Can Be its Own Reward

So I'm driving to work yesterday morning... the route I take could still be considered semi-rural for a portion of it, and with all the construction in the area (that never changes), there are a good number of dump trucks. And where there's construction, there are also porta-potties. And porta-potties do not empty themselves, knowwhatImeanVern?

So. I'm cruising along in my now-running-like-its-supposed-to Camry and there's these two trucks, a dump truck and a sort-of-tanker-like truck with a hose on it. In some circles, this would be known as a "Honeydipper". The dump truck is following the other, and they are in the right lane. I'm getting to the point where I, too, want to be in the right lane since my exit is coming up soon.

Ah! Both trucks signal to move to the left lane. When they move over, I happily move into the right lane. Now there is a smallish grey car behind the dump truck and it isn't thrilled to be there, and it puts on the right turn signal, indicating a desire to join me in the right lane.

I am positioned in such a way that I need to either speed the heck up so he can fall in behind me, or slow down and make a space for him to get in front of me. I'm feeling courteous, so I slow, and indicate that he can get in front of me. And he does. And he starts to accelerate.

And the trucks hit a bump.

And the hose on the tanker flaps a bit...

And there was apparently some residual content from its last um... pick up... that remained in the hose.

And it splashed.

And because I was a courteous driver and allowed the grey car to enter the lane ahead of me, I was not the car that was basically shat upon.

Now, it wasn't much - maybe a gallon or so - but when you are on the way to work on a fine spring day, any amount of random shit hitting your windshield has got to be a bummer.

But oh! 'Twas not ME heading for the car wash that fine morning. Perhaps the 4 leafed clovers came through.




So your lesson today, folks, is to also extend courtesy to your fellow drivers because you never know what kind of shit you might avoid as a result.

12 comments:

Marty, a.k.a. canape said...

I marvel at the things that happen to you. You've got 7 clovers left. They should each get such a good story!

frannie said...

I love your stories!!!

and I'm glad that your car wasn't shat upon!

Bri. said...

I so love poetic justice.

Alpha Dude said...

So happy to hear that your week isn't ending on a crappy note.

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

A true modern day Aesop's tale. Haha!

Anonymous said...

I don't even know what to say anymore... How in the world does this stuff keep happening to you? Amazing!

my4kids said...

So I guess you can say you started the week saved by crap and ended the saved from the crap...all in all I'd say it was an okay week....or not.

velocibadgergirl said...

Dude, only you. If I ever get to meet you in person, I'm wearing a crash helmet and a Kevlar jacket, just so you know ;)

Cathy said...

LOL!!!! Isn't common courtesy a wonderful thing?!

Real Life in South Carolina said...

Oh my gosh, that was GREEEEEAAAAAAAAT! And as Catwoman asked, how DOES this stuff happen to YOU?

Brown Eyed Girl said...

LOL...

Oh Gerb..how I've missed you.

HeatherAnn Fragglehead said...

I think that is good karma at its best. Really. I'm so glad that your now-running-like-it-should car wasn't the one shat upon.