Yesterday afternoon, while loading the groceries into my car, I hear the sound of a small car’s engine roaring down the lane behind me and gaining speed.
I quickly meerkat in time to see this tiny car being driven, by what I can only assume by now is a moron, gaining speed along the parking lot lane.
Showing disregard that they could easily kill or cripple a child (or any pedestrian!), I am quickly filled with righteous fury at their irresponsibility.
As the young male driver and his teen companion come zipping around my corner with their tiny car’s front left tire squealing under duress, I yell quite loudly (I am impressed by my own volume), “Slow down, you morons!“. My thundering voice is filled with anger at their contempt for others’ safety.
The passenger’s reply is a quick and witty, “You slow down!“. This is quite easy to oblige, as I am already standing still relative to most frames of reference in the parking lot.
The two frames of reference that, however, are not standing still are the two other larger vehicles proceeding (with the right-of-way) towards the same intersection as the the two moronic teenagers in the tiny car.
As the driver of the car of the two moronic teenagers slam on the tiny car’s brakes and grinds to a halt, I grin a little grin as no one gets hurt, except maybe, the pride of two morons in a tiny car.