I love women! But not when they are behind the steering wheel of their vehicle.
By LOUIS SCOPLouis Scop 88 224(photo credit: Courtesy)
Readers (females), please believe me, I love women! But not when they are behind the steering wheel of their vehicle. When I see women walking, they walk well, and when I see them pushing trolleys in the supermarket they do that well, too.
The other day I "scooted" behind a female driver for about a kilometer and a half for about 10 minutes, but it soon became clear that she did not know how to drive her very smart luxury, top-of-the-range two-door 4x4 jeep.
While blowing the horn non-stop, she entered a not busy one-way traffic flow without looking, with the wrong turn-indicator flashing. Then, a few hundred meters further and with the "right" indicator flashing she made a left turn; followed by an immediate right turn, into two-way traffic.
Two senior citizens had started to cross the road, correctly at white painted lines, but needed to scamper back onto the sidewalk. This bad female driver apparently had no intention of stopping; luckily she wasn't speeding. While I tried to stay a safe distance behind her, I also noticed that she did not look into her rear-view mirrors.
I continued following her for several corners while she drove and made several more turns without signalling, constantly honking the horn and having no regard for pedestrians trying to cross the road.
At a corner near a school I thought I would lose her - I needed to allow some children to cross the road - but luckily I saw her turn and she pulled into a parking lot, where she got out of her 4x4.
As she approached me on my scooter I asked her if she spoke any English, and gently informed her that she is a very bad driver who should be pushing a trolley in the supermarket, and that I hoped she would not be teaching her children how to drive.
This very presentable, well-dressed grandmother told me quite openly and with pride that her grown-up sons gave her the jeep, as a gift. But why, I wonder, would any loving sons want to kill their own mother?
This is exactly how it happened, not to mention the many other cars blowing their horns at her as arm-waving pedestrians shouted out warnings. Suffice it to say, this short drive was neither quiet or pleasant.
Again I ask: why would any loving sons want to kill their mother with such a gift?
At least she didn't talk on her cell phone.
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