Do you drive the wrong way?
In front of the local market, there are several hundred carefully delineated spaces. Designed to hold even oversize vehicles (including the extinct Hummer), and almost always available, they are a credit to the willingness of the market owner to provide free parking. In contrast, another carefully marked area has been maintained, in case of an emergency. Signs, coloured pavement, even fold-up space holders.
Which, as I watched a woman navigate around those signs to carefully park in the emergency lane, proved (to me) that not all drivers are equal. She managed to bang into the metal railing, before leaving her car at an angle and heading off to get whatever her personal emergency required from the supermarket shelves.
I shouldn’t take such things personally. If not for an occasional display of ineptitude, society might believe that we’re ready for the age of flying personal vehicles. Then, we’d really have a problem on our hands.
In nations where driving on the wrong side of the road (you know who you are), do people drive their supermarket buggies in the wrong direction, up and down the aisles?
Enough idle thought. It’s still snowing, as we head towards April. Yes, it counts as “warm” snow; ideal for making sugar cones at the local maple grove. But I’m tired of a world devoid of colour. I want my greens and browns with frequent examples of red and yellow. Garden time. I might get that mental disorder that leads to shoveling off the lawn in anticipation (and bring on a heart attack, and pass away, without ever seeing another summer).
