Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Sunday, August 14, 2005
We went to visit Craig and Kari today. We had a good time, despite the kids being tired and not having had enough of a nap. We went to Old Navy to get some maternity clothes for Kari and school clothes for Jared. We picked up some dinner at Rubio's and some ice cream from coldstone creamery. That, however, is not what this is about.
Coming home, we crossed the bay bridge, took the Fifth street exit, and turned left at the End Up onto Sixth street. Sixth street goes right onto the 280 extension two blocks later. At the first intersection, left turns are allowed and the city has even gotten around to putting in a much needed left turn signal at the end of the southbound green. At the second intersection, the other side of which is 280 south, however, left turns are not permitted.
Still, every now and then, some idiot decides he really, really needs to turn left there, and doesn't care that he's going to make everyone else wait and miss the light so he can do it. Usually they're in a minivan (which apparently gives them right-of-way in all situations). Well, tonight was one of those nights and we were behind one of those idiots. An idiot in a minivan. After figuring out what the hold up was, I hit my horn, but didn't expect anything to come of it.
Suddenly, I saw a light blink on from the left and I spotted a police car waiting at the light. He gave a blast of his klaxon to warn the person. So, of course, the guy realizes the error of his ways, goes straight onto the freeway to turn around at the next opportunity. Of course, he goes on to become a caring thoughtful member of the global community, spending his free time helping disabled children. Right?
Of course not. The moron goes ahead and makes his illegal left turn, right in front of the police officer. So at least the police officer pulls him over, gives him a talking-to, and sets him on the right path to enlightenment, inner peace, and volunteerism, right?
Of course not. The police officer lets him go and wanders off on his way to his next donut.
And people wonder what's wrong with our society.