There are times when it is just downright dangerous to drive. This morning the fog moved in but the sun will soon burn it off. Our house is surrounded by the fog and yet out on the road, going up the hill, the sun is blinding. I really dislike driving on days like this.
I came to a four-way stop, couldn’t see to my right, neither of the cars on my left or ahead were moving, I started to go but had to make a quick stop because the car on the right apparently got tired of us trying to make up our minds and went. The side roads are the worst because in this small town people are constantly under the impression that they own the roads. It’s that way in most towns, big or small. When you get into a neighborhood the people think they have the right of way on the roads that they travel every day.
I suppose it’s that way with most things. Yesterday, while I was at the mall I was nearly knocked over by a sales person pushing a cart while talking to a co-worker. Neither of them were watching where they were going with the cart. The grocery store was no better. I was looking for rhubarb and this man, and not saying excuse me, squeezed behind me, pushing my cart out of his way, nearly scaring me to death. No sorry, excuse me, or kiss my foot.
It got me to thinking about how I do things while in my familiar places. Am I friendly? Am I mindless in my actions? Do I give others preference over myself?
I think I will be more mindful after this vivid reminder of carelessness.
