I don’t know if it’s just in my neighborhood but over the past ten years or so, the skills of the average driver has seen a serious decline. I doubt that 80% of the people on the road would be capable of passing a road test.
It doesn’t even seem to be one particular skill set that has gone out the window but all of them. People have lost all ability to signal, stop when they see that big, red, hexagonal sign, and stay in their lanes. I have seen people go through red lights and then curse me out when I have the nerve to honk at them. Everyone with a license seems to have gone bat guano crazy.
Now that I’m a grandmother, it would be inappropriate to curse back at them. After all, if my grandson one day lets loose with a vulgarity, I don’t want that to be on me. Better for it to be on his mother or father.
Richard Scarry has come to my rescue with Cars And Trucks And Things That Go. My grandson loves this book and I have discovered Dingo Dog. He is a terrible driver, just like the people in my neighborhood. Now when I spot one of those drivers on the road, I know exactly what to say. “There goes Dingo Driver!”