"Come on, it's the pedal on the RIGHT, buddy!"
"Jeez, make the turn already, you had plenty of time!"
"Oh my GAWD, could you possible go any slower?!?"
I'm not proud of this - yet the words slip from my mouth before my brain is fully engaged.
When did I become the cranky old lady driver? Granted, the big FIVE-OH is close enough on the horizon I can see it from here. The crest of THE HILL, so to speak. Even so, I don't necessarily think of myself as OLD.
Recently I saw a bumper sticker:
It was. So I must be.
Today as I was driving out of the post office, I came to a stop before pulling out. I was well within the post office driveway. I came to a full stop. I looked left, then right. Coming from my right was an elderly gentleman about to turn into the post office driveway.
I'm guessing my blunder was stopping too close to the edge of the road than he would have liked. He had a scowl on his face and a fist clenched on the steering wheel. I fully expected to see the puff of a thought bubble over his head with the words "Damn you kids and your crazy driving!"
It made me feel about 17 years old.
And I have to admit, it felt pretty good.
This post is merely an observation on age, and not encouragement to get out there and drive like a reckless kid!