Jon and I were talking about what it is about drivers in Ft. Lauderdale that make navigating the streets such a harrowing experience. His comment was that he always sees people talking on their phones and not paying attention, which I can relate to as well. I was complaining about all the crazies I've noticed on the roads for a few minutes before I remembered that this was me earlier in the day driving back from Sam's with my new tv.
It's bad enough that I had to pay $40.00 to have my bed delivered from literally down the block because I have no other options, I was determined to get this tv home on my own. I mean, it's not even
that big, yet the only place I could fit it was awkwardly jammed in to the passenger seat.
Which meant two things. 1) I lost the ability to check my passenger mirror, which I thought would be a bigger deal than it really was. The benefit of the drop top is that you have great visibility, even around a gigantic box in the passenger seat. 2) (and this was the real issue) I spent the drive home in constant fear that I was either going to make too hard of a right turn and the tv was going to fall on top of me, or I was going to make too hard of a left turn/go over a big enough bump that it would fly out of the car entirely.
Thankfully neither of these scenarios played out and I was able to make it home with my new tv. I did however have to face the reality that I am just another asshole on the streets of Ft. Lauderdale that everyone is looking at like, "oh no he isn't trying to drive like that".
I feel like I'm starting to fit in around here.
