Damned Drunken Drivers

Living in the same neighborhood forever does have some advantages. 

About 8 years ago, I was giving my daughter a driving lesson.  She was driving;  I was riding shotgun.  As we left our subdivision, we approached a T.  I’ll admit that It’s not like she was making a left onto a major interstate, but she was making a left onto a road that is a fairly busy thoroughfare through our part of town. 

At this T, the traffic to the left had a stop sign. The traffic to the right was coming up a hill and did not have a stop sign.

She looked both ways and said, “I’m gonna pull out now.”

I said, “No.  Wait. This guy coming up the hill is drunk as Hell.  He’s gonna make a left and come right past you.  Sit still and let him make his way around you.”

The white Dodge pick up make a left and came just past her window.

All was good and she made her left.

In about 30 seconds we came to a red light.  As we sat at the light she said, “Dad, I want to be a good driver.”

I said, “That’s good, Honey.   That makes me Happy”.

She said, “No, Dad, I want to be a good driver!”

I said, “That’s great, kid.  You’ll be a fine driver.”

She said, “Then, you need to teach me what you know about driving!”

I said, “I am teaching you what I know.

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am”

“You’re not”

“Hey, what am I not teaching you?”

“That guy back there.  I need to know how you knew he was drunk so that I can tell who is drunk while I’m driving.”

I said, “His name was Ned.  He drinks all day every day.  He’s always drunk.”

The light changed and she pulled out.

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