Back when I lived in Southern California, I did a lot of driving, most of which was spent in traffic. When you’re in traffic you get the opportunity to glance into a lot of people’s cars. There are many nasty people in America. Just look randomly at people whom you are driving next to and the nastiness can rear its ugly head.
Look at the trash strewn about in those interiors. Look at the crumpled-up McDonald’s wrappers. Look at the Starbucks coffee cups thrown in the back seat. People are effectively displaying their living rooms in their automobiles.
Believe me. I’ve seen a lot of filthy living rooms in my lifetime. Back in college I used to go door to door repainting addresses on curbs, and I can report to you that the only difference between dirty living rooms and messy car interiors is that the person in the car isn’t dressed solely in underwear … at least that’s the case 99.9 percent of the time.
Despite the way people live in their cars, the messiness isn’t something that makes me crazy.
You’re probably guilty of this. It’s when people place pictures of their loved ones in their instrument clusters. This is wrong on two levels. I just can’t believe people would rather stare at pictures than look at the road they’re driving on.
1. These people place these pictures on their gas gauges or coolant temperature gauges, and then they’re surprised when their car is out of gas … stuck in the middle of the road … with someone in labor in the passenger seat … and a thirsty toddler in the back seat. This is about as stupid as driving while wearing a blindfold.
2. Can’t these people imagine what their loved ones look like instead of having to see them plastered in their cars? Are their imaginations blind? That would be a tragedy, for people who lack an imagination are usually miserable. The way it works is that your imagination determines your destiny. If you can imagine yourself on a tropical island with a mini umbrella-adorned drink in your hand, you’ll probably end up on that island some day. If you can’t visualize that, then you probably won’t make it to the island. As it turns out, people who lack the ability to imagine lack the ability to live a decent life. That’s why they have to put pictures that block how fast they’re going to remind them about the people they love, otherwise they’re thinking about how much their life sucks. And when life is shitty, people don’t care how many maggots are eating the spilled chow mein that’s been fermenting on their back seat for six months while covered by a mound of junk mail, McDonald’s wrappers, ketchup packets and crumpled newspapers, not to mention the 25 empty Starbucks cups.
Whenever I see this I just want to bash my fist through the driver’s window and pull the pictures off. Your car is not a MySpace photo gallery. It is a device for transportation.
You asshole “pictures on the dash” violators are lucky I’m not in the county any longer. You’re eardrums would bleed from my yelling in your ear, “Fuck off and suck it!”
I haven’t seen any of this in Australia yet. Maybe it’s all the speed cameras, or maybe people down under realize their cars aren’t their living rooms.
Haha…this is why I don’t drive. I get easily distracted….Boom! Crash. And I’d have to blame it on the clusterfuck of pics in my neighbors vehicle
my cars pretty filthy. no pics though