..you might want to consider this guy's point of view.
I was riding to work
yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a
pickup truck, causing the
driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.
This
evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window
and gave the woman the finger.
'Man, that guy is stupid,' I thought
to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a
female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:
I drive
48 miles each way every day
to work.
That's 96
miles each day.
Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper
Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.
There are
7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.
That works out to
982 cars every mile, or
31,424 cars.
Even
though the rest of the 32
miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.
That brings the
number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every
day.
Statistically, females drive half of
these.
That's 18,000
women drivers!
In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS.
That's 642.
According to
Cosmopolitan, 70% describe
their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.
That's 449.
According to the National
Institute of Health, 22% of
all females have seriously considered suicide or
homicide.
That's
98.
And 34% describe men as their biggest
problem.
That's 33.
According to the National
Rifle Association, 5% of all
females carry weapons and this number is increasing.
That
means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female who has a
lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously
considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is
armed.
Give her the finger?
I don't think
so.
(h/t to chickenmom)
Way back in the 80's when I use to commute 48 miles each way from Hackensack, NJ to Woodbridge, NJ on the NJ Turnpike.
ReplyDeleteSame crappy scenario day in and day out 5 lanes in each direction bumper to bumper, but usually going 80+ MPH.
One day a babe in a 280-Z cut me off. I was pissed and gave her the finger, mouthed the F**KIN A**HOLE words a few times and then calmed down.
Low and behold a few weeks later the traffic stops dead due to a minor assident. I looked to my left and WHOA here's the same 280-Z with the babe next to me. She looks, smiles and motions I should roll down my window.
OK, I take the chance. She shouts over: "Sorry about my stupid move" and then tosses a crumpled piece of paper right through my window and it bounces on the floor.
Traffic begins to move and shortly I got to the office. I don't like messy cars so I picked up what I thought was just a piece of trash she'd tossed and was about to dump it into the garbage when something told me to look closer. I unravelled it and OMFG it said:
My name is Maria, I live in Bogota (next to Hackensack) and my number is (201) 343-xxxx call me after 6 PM tonight.
I called and within a week I was banging her sweet ass off.