Some observations from this morning driving my daughter to her drivers ed class:

Why is it that people don’t think the lines on the road apply to them?  There’s nothing I like better than coming around a curve to find an SUV straddling the double yellow lines because the driver just can’t manage to stay in between them.

Why is it that traffic laws don’t apply to construction workers and tradespeople?  No parking?  Not for them.  Block a thousand other people because you need to back that truck into someone’s driveway (rather than wait until after until the other cars have passed)?  Nope.  Put some dopey kid in the road who thinks he’s Diana Ross doing “Stop in the Name of Love” and he now has the authority to make the rest of the world do what he says?  I don’t think so.

Why is it that when someone actually drives the speed limit, the other cars are tailgating so close that you can see their fillings?  And then the horn beating, or illegal passing.  Was that car following the law interfering with your god-given right to break it?

School Bus Drivers.  No, you are not all by yourself cruising in your Ferrari.  You have bus full of other people’s children.  I’m sure you’re in a rush to get them to wherever they’re going, but I’m equally sure that their parents would like them to arrive alive.  Remember, one major crash resulting in the deaths of many children and people will start saying mean things about you.

The fact that you’re late for work (or your manicure appointment, as the case may be) does not mean that you are no longer responsible for the vehicular homicide of anyone in your way.  I still expect to make it home alive, even if it means that you will have to survive with last week’s nail polish.

Cell phone users.  It is not possible that you have that much to say, or can’t wait until you are not driving to say it.  You are the new drunk drivers.