The title says it all but this post is not going to be about a video game at all. Actually the title is a symbol of how I would like for people in the state of South Carolina to drive. I refrain from insulting this state and narrow the my focus on this little town called Gaffney.
Every morning when I am driving to school I usually go about 5-10 miles over the speed limit just to make it to class on time. Lol maybe my noticeable speeding habit would not be so bad if i would sacrifice those 15mins of extra sleep to actually getting ready for class. But that is way besides the point and also this blog is written by me so I'm not gonna blame myself lol. Anyway, I usually be doing great and my mood is calm until somebody;s grandma, grandpa, cousin, sister, mother, brother, or whoever decides to turn in front of me. The turning in front of me is never the problem, but when they make me break my speed by going 5 miles under the limit results in various effects.
One effect is that I end up late for class! Then like most college professors, if you come creeping in late to their class then they find a smug, smart ass comment just to let you know something that is so obvious. Here is some advice to teachers and professors: We know we are late so quit reminding us.
Another effect is that I cuss and get angry. Most people would consider I need anger management or I have road rage, but I think it is good to let the stress and tension out or it could ruin your whole day.
Finally and most importantly the effect that this person's horrendous driving has on my peaceful chill moment. I'm the type of person who finds driving a major stress reliever and a great time to think about the week, love, finances, family, and life in general. This is usually disrupted by more than like some body's family member who got their license using the Model-T Ford or when all we had was dirt roads.
In conclusion, I chose this title not because someone stole my car or ran from the police using jet packs and helicopters. I chose this title because these horrendous drivers are usually old which in my opinion an old person is deemed as, "grand". Then their driving skills can be considered as, "theft-ing" the road from myself and other drivers who actually do more than eat breakfast then wait on Price is Right to come on. And "auto" is common sense. So I conclude encouraging my generation to get their grandparents, aunt, sister, mother, cousin, niece's mama, or whoever in their that cannot drive worth a damn off the road so I can get to class!
Every morning when I am driving to school I usually go about 5-10 miles over the speed limit just to make it to class on time. Lol maybe my noticeable speeding habit would not be so bad if i would sacrifice those 15mins of extra sleep to actually getting ready for class. But that is way besides the point and also this blog is written by me so I'm not gonna blame myself lol. Anyway, I usually be doing great and my mood is calm until somebody;s grandma, grandpa, cousin, sister, mother, brother, or whoever decides to turn in front of me. The turning in front of me is never the problem, but when they make me break my speed by going 5 miles under the limit results in various effects.
One effect is that I end up late for class! Then like most college professors, if you come creeping in late to their class then they find a smug, smart ass comment just to let you know something that is so obvious. Here is some advice to teachers and professors: We know we are late so quit reminding us.
Another effect is that I cuss and get angry. Most people would consider I need anger management or I have road rage, but I think it is good to let the stress and tension out or it could ruin your whole day.
Finally and most importantly the effect that this person's horrendous driving has on my peaceful chill moment. I'm the type of person who finds driving a major stress reliever and a great time to think about the week, love, finances, family, and life in general. This is usually disrupted by more than like some body's family member who got their license using the Model-T Ford or when all we had was dirt roads.
In conclusion, I chose this title not because someone stole my car or ran from the police using jet packs and helicopters. I chose this title because these horrendous drivers are usually old which in my opinion an old person is deemed as, "grand". Then their driving skills can be considered as, "theft-ing" the road from myself and other drivers who actually do more than eat breakfast then wait on Price is Right to come on. And "auto" is common sense. So I conclude encouraging my generation to get their grandparents, aunt, sister, mother, cousin, niece's mama, or whoever in their that cannot drive worth a damn off the road so I can get to class!
