Okay, that’s it. I called the cops; the wife has called the cops – and yet the situation persists.
Our road dumps out onto another road – a major “highway” by country standards – and the area we’re in has been built up majorly through the years – which is alright by me, since we’ve seen this (the development) coming for the past twenty-some odd years – which is exactly why we bought this place (or one of the reasons – it has many excellent points, such as fire, EMT, police and city hall less than a mile away – many schools – and is in close proximity to Augusta Georgia, where we used to live.) Investment property – a “step-up” home we never stepped out of, it’s worth more money than what we paid for it – which is saying something in this day and age of Recession and declining property values. “We did good!” as I like to say, congratulation my ‘others’ on their choice and decision. (I was just along for the ride – Matthew here, mad as hell – as is M3.)
However, now that the traffic has increased and the drivers are using ‘our’ road (meaning the road in front of our house, not “our” road, as in actual ownership or possession) to bypass another ‘major’ intersection (read ‘bottleneck’) – the drivers are coming down our road and creating another bottleneck at the other end.
Well, that’s all fine and okay with me until I get to walking. And get this: High school students have to walk this path, too, if they’re gonna get to school.
At this particular intersection is a bit of sidewalk leading up to the intersection. That’s all right by me as well – I think sidewalks are kewl. They keep me from having to walk in the road.
However . . .
SOME people are too impatient (or too late) to wait for the Stop sign . . . (their own fault: if they’d gotten up and left earlier, they wouldn’t be so ‘late’ for work) . . .
and now what we’ve got some of them doing is going off the road and driving up the sidewalk to make their right turn.
NOT fine with me – especially with all these high school kids coming – and ESPECIALLY WHEN IT IS MY OWN ASS on the sidewalk with them.
Lately these “drivers” (and I use the term loosely – any driver knows – or had better know! – pedestrians have the right of way – ALWAYS. Especially when they are on the sidewalk and not on the road. Don’t you agree??? Shouldn’t sidewalks be reserved for PEOPLE and not machines??
Well, today this guy comes up behind me – ON THE SIDEWALK, MIND YOU! – in his SUV – and honks his horn – AND MOTIONS ANGRILY AT ME TO GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!!! (Or at least that’s what he seemed to be shouting through the closed windows of his car.) Me on the sidewalk? Get out of the way of his SUV?? I don’t give a shit if you are hauling two tons of metal – I’m a Marine – and I will defend my right to be there – especially if you are wrong!
Next time I’m gonna be hauling my gun. A nine millimeter Glock; ten rounds, plus one in the chamber . . . .
And the next time some guy (or gal) comes up DRIVING up behind me ON THE SIDEWALK –
I’m gonna blow him away. Or actually, not “him” (or her) – but their vehicle. I’m gonna be aiming for the engine block – but you can be sure of one thing. I’m gonna stop him (or her) since the cops don’t seem to give a damn – and if they do. And I’m sick of the cops. They’ve never done me any good – never! Always a dollar short and a day late – never there when you need them, and all over your ass when you don’t.
After all, like I told the cops: I’m gonna be fearin’ for my life, and that vehicle is a dangerous weapon.
Either that – or I’m gonna smash his grille – jump on his hood – throw myself against the windshield – roll off on the ground – and claim he ‘struck me’. Seeing as it will all have happened on the sidewalk . . . someone’s gonna pay.
And I damn sure know:
It ain’t gonna be me.
Stupid bastards. Either learn how to drive . . . or get off the road.
and not in your car, either!
And . . . if YOU are one of these bastards – if YOU are one of “those” folks who insist on driving on sidewalks just to “save some time” because YOU are running late because YOU are too lazy to get up and out on time . . . just remember:
I’m gonna be waiting for you. So you’d just better watch it. And stay the hell off the sidewalk.
Because the next thing you know: you might be running into me.
and you certainly don’t want to do that. You might just make me mad. And you wouldn’t like me very much when I get mad. Not at all.
So be careful out there. Watch out for our pedestrians. Keep an eye peeled for children on the road. And whatever you do – keep your damn bloody car off my sidewalk . . .
or you might just find yourself staring down the eye of my gun.
Matthew, Jeff, and et all (somewhat.)