Just because I don’t know how to drive doesn’t mean that I don’t have strong opinions about how other people do it. And I was telling Husbandrinka about these dumbasses who swerve to avoid a chipmunk and end up with their car in the ditch and their passengers maimed. Like, maybe it was the chipmunk’s time to go. Especially if you consider that the chipmunk most like had a stroke after seeing the car wreck. And even if he didn’t have a stroke, I don’t know how he’ll be able to live with all the guilt. I mean, he’s probably fashioning a noose as I type, right?
So, despite this totally awesome fool-proof argument, Husbandrinka is not convinced and tells me that when you’re a driver, it’s all about instinct, baby. Except he doesn’t say “baby”, I just wrote that to see how Husbandrinka would sound as a cheesy movie character. Like, it’s not like the driver says, “Oh, look at the cute chipmunk! I must ridk my children’s lives in order to spare him, because, eh, I can always get more kids, but only god can make a chipmunk! Where are the brakes, I need to hit them, hard!”
And you know what? I’m not unreasonable. I totally get that. Which is why I think that in driver’s ed, they should totally make you practice hitting small animals on the road. Like aim for them. You’d get extra points for it on the driver’s ed exam. Because one day, that could save a life. Unlike parallel parking, for example.
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