Ego Centric Drivers/People

Now days people are always in such a rush. They come by the house in the neighborhood at 25 and 30 when speed limit is 20 and with all the kids around is more like 15 when using common sense. They live at the end of the street and must save all of 4 or 5 seconds. It's the same on the road in town -- nothing is more important than them getting through the yellow/red light, tailgating, swapping lanes, rushing away at the green. And funny, we all sit together in a group at the next stop light.

So, headed to PT on Wednesday and there is one of these drivers in front of me, turning in front of cars that must slow down, making California stops at arterials, racing through the parking lot at the hospital, diving into parking spaces without regard to the patients walking by the space. So she runs into the hospital, and as I enter the front doors see her standing in front of the elevator punching the button multiple times. That always gets the elevator to your floor faster, just like tailgating makes the car in front of you go faster.

As I reach the elevator the doors in front of her open and she tries to race in without regard to the people trying to exit. THEN she realizes it is continuing down instead of going up as she wants. I am two elevators over and the door opens and she runs over and slides in, in front of me. I walked in, and see she's going to 3, and I punch 2 where my PT is and hear a little "hrumph" behind me.

About that time, an aide comes up with an elderly lady in a wheelchair and I put my hand up, stop the door and ask if they are going up. She says yes, but they will wait for the next one. I replied, "No need, life goes too fast and we certainly are not in a rush." Another "hrumph" behind me. So she turns the chair around and backs in. They too are going to second floor. We arrive, all get off except the ego centric going to third floor.

As the door closes, I do a little fist pull, with a vocal "YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!", followed by a "Happy Dance". Of course the receptionists in the corner think I've lost it. But, I just kept walking with a huge smile on my face and thought, "There is justice sometimes."

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Okay, so finally getting around to starting this thing. Maybe I'll be able to keep it somewhat current.

This weekend, Deb (spouse) and I ran up to Moscow, Idaho for Dad's Weekend. Since we have two kids there, seems right we both go. It is one of the most beautiful drives along the Payette River on Hwy 55 up to the high valley with Cascade, on North to McCall, across to New Meadows and then drop into the canyon and follow the Little Salmon north.

On the way home, it was a gorgeous drive, I snacked to stay awake and Deb slept some. When she awoke as we were south of McCall she spotted a potato chip I'd dropped on the floor. The story begins here:

So, we are coming South on Hwy 55 from McCall and the road is kind of up and down from the frost heaves, but for some reason your mother spots this potato chip under my seat and decides to get it out while I'm driving along. She leans over and is trying to get her hand down between the seat and the center jockey box to get the chip and is looking down to see the chip. The road is making her head bob up and down. As I pass this pickup the poor guy almost runs off the road.

I say to mom, "Maybe you ought to try for that chip after we get home!"