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Full Frontal Stupidity (or Welcome to San Antonio)
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Full Frontal Stupidity (or Welcome to San Antonio) Fiesta Week has arrived in San Antonio. Add drunken debauchery to the already questionable driving skills of the general public, and it is wise to limit your driving to the bare necessities. I stopped by HEB to pick up groceries, encountered the usual imbecile population, and came to a eureka moment about the drivers here. In most places, the established road rules are followed as a general etiquette. Small infractions are periodically made with allowance for desiring to be at a location sooner than the posted speed limit would accommodate, but these are generally accepted deviations from the norm. (Don't try arguing this with a law enforcement officer, to be sure, but following the flow of traffic seldom results in attracting their attention.) That being said, drivers in San Antonio flout both the rule and the spirit of the laws regarding driving. Enter the eureka moment. In the parking lot at HEB, I turned into one of the parking lines that went in one direction. Those of us with common sense understand that this means both sides can be pulled directly into without expert maneuvering abilities or casual disregard for public safety. (Guess which one I ascribe to San Antonio drivers.) For the others, if the arrow points toward you, it means you are trying to go the wrong way. A man was coming the wrong direction, and I stopped to allow his directionally challenged (read moron) self to pass. He mouthed something insensible inside of his car, looking irate even as I had yielded to him where he had no right of way, and I shook my head. As I got to the other end of the lane, closer to the building and where I intended to park, someone was pulling out of a parking spot, again going in the wrong direction. As he had just stated pulling out and there was really nowhere for me to pull over to allow him to pass as I had the original directionally challenged individual, I pointed in the direction that the flow of traffic was intended to go. This gentleman (read asshole) started into a private vitriol in his van, looking like his blood pressure might just cause him to burst an aneurism. He maneuvered around me without further adieu, and I parked without further public interaction. In the store, I blissfully wandered around remembering what little things I needed and picking up the essentially unnecessary sugar tributes to my general sanity. The grain of an idea started to germinate in my mind. I paid for my items and headed back to my car. A woman started going in the wrong direction down my lane in the parking lot as I was loading my car. As she was parking, she realized that she was not going to have an easy time parking in a spot (this did not, however, connect with the fact that she was going in the wrong direction). After an extended display of parking incompetence, she left her vehicle to head toward the store. By this time, I had started backing out of my spot. She walked directly towards my car and shot me a dirty look that I hadn't paused to let her pass though she was walking directly towards a moving car. She was dressed in what I have heard referred to as a housecoat, which denoted pure class. The eureka moment came after I left the parking lot and the experiences with incompetent drivers behind. How does anyone determine who had right of way if no one follows even the most basic rules? The answer was simpler than I would have imagined. IQ determines who has right of way. If you have the intelligence that God gave a kumquat, you will yield right of way to the multitude of morons who make life more challenging. Accept that you need to perform a quick stop for the idiot who thinks the freeway must yield to oncoming traffic. Allow the eighteen wheeler to force you off the side of the road if he doesn't give you the time to even break to avoid a collision. It isn't road rage at all, it is moron's choice. And the moron will be first. |
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Alas you must always remember, only 50% of people are in the top half of their class.
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That Gentleman was me! I try not to come down from my ivory tower too much during the week and a half of Fiesta.. Everyone tells me it's a great time, but I'm just not into being around that many people.
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