Two Wrongs Don't Make A RightA Story by Michele Rae DeJeanA man visits a friend and tells her about his frustrating morning dealing with bad drivers Knock, knock, I heard at the front door.
I saw my friend Steve’s gold colored Monte Carlo parked in the driveway through
the peep hole and when I opened it there he was. He greeted my dog Pepper and
came in the living room and sat down. “I just had an unbelievably weird
morning.” He announced. “What happened?” I inquired. “Monte needed a timing belt and I didn’t
have the equipment to do the job so I went to the only repair shop in town I
trust and left it there yesterday. The owner gave me a ride home. This morning
I got up and called up the shop and they said the car was ready so I asked mom
to give me a ride. It’s only a mile or so from the house. She’s a terrible
driver but even she can make it a mile I figured. She left the house and
instead of turning left onto the road that goes right to the place she turned
right.” “Why did you turn right” I asked her. “I never turn left.” She answered. “What do you mean you never turn left? You
can’t never turn left.” I was puzzled by her answer. “Yes I can. I will turn right at the next
street and then right again.” She earnestly answered. “So you always turn right three times to
go left?” I was dumbfounded. “Of course I do dear.” She seemed totally
nonplussed by my amazement. ”Why wouldn’t I?” “I didn’t say anything as I could tell
logic wasn’t going to get me anywhere. She dropped me off and I went in and I
paid the bill and left. I decided to come over and visit you rather than go
right home. I turned on to the main street that goes to your house and I was
following an old white Thunderbird. When the side street came up that I needed
to turn on the car suddenly turned the same direction I was going so I followed
it. The car was moving so slow I was hoping it would keep on going straight when
I got to the street I needed to turn on to get here. Just before it passed that
street the car turned the same way I was going. So I went ahead and followed
it. Then the car just stopped right in the middle of the road. No signal or anything.
I couldn’t believe it. What an a*****e! I was just about to floor it and go
around but I decided to get out and see what kind of a jerk was driving like
that. I walked up the driver’s side of the car and looked in and there was a
lady leaning over the seat doing something on the floor. I knocked on the
window and she looked up with a startled expression. She rolled down the window.” “What
the hell are you doing?” I managed to get out. “My purse fell over and everything spilled
out.” She answered. “So you just stopped the car in the middle
of the road?” I was getting pissed off. “I didn’t realize there was anyone behind
me.” She looked worried. “Why don’t you look in the mirror or use
your turn signals?” I was hopping mad by this time. “Oh I never use them.” She now looked
scared. I don’t know if there was anything she
could have said at this point which would have appeased me but that wasn’t it.
I reached in the car and broke off the turn signal and dropped it to the floor.
“Then I guess you don’t need it.” She
looked terrified. I turned around and walked back to my car and drove around
her and came over here. I wondered how she was going to explain this to her
husband. At least my mom really is crazy.” By the time Steve was done telling me the
story I was laughing uncontrollably. I can’t stand people who don’t use their
turn signals. It’s such an easy thing to do, it saves people from running into
each other yet so many people are rude or just plain stupid and yes three
rights do make a left. © 2014 Michele Rae DeJeanReviews
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1 Review Added on May 13, 2014 Last Updated on May 13, 2014 AuthorMichele Rae DeJeanEugene, ORAboutI am 55 and live on a 12 acre mini-ranch in Eugene that I started buying 6 years ago. I live with two wolf dogs and have 2 twelve year old cats I got from the local shelter when they were kittens as w.. more..Writing
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