A little eye opener based on the truth............
Jack took a long look at his speedo before slowing down: 55 in a 30 mph. The fourth time in as many months. How could he get caught so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the copper worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The copper was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming speed ticket. A Christian copper, catching a bloke from his own church. A bloke who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long day at work. A bloke he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids."
"Yeah, I guess so."
Bob seemed uncertain. Good. "I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit-just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and yorkshires tonight. Know what I mean?"
"I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in this area!!"
Ouch! This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics. "What'd you clock me at?"
"fifty five. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 40." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car."
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand.
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice. Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Maybe even a ban!
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle with care. This is an important message, please pass it along to your friends. Drive safely and carefully. Remember, cars are not the only things recalled by their maker.
Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the sanctity of life, people think twice about sharing. Funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
No, that's somewhat the point. You think drink drivers kill on purpose? They are just ophenonenally thoughtless. Sadly, most of the human race comes under this category and no amount of stories will sway them freom that. That its why the drink drive rate is so high. You cannot shame people into stopping. Not on the whole, anyway.
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
There is a report in today's Telegraph that demonstrates the point very well. Or maybe yesterday's. Anyhow, 17 year old girl, drunk driving home from party, killed four of her friends in a car crash. Just got two years prison. Uttelry devastated, life destroyed, and she was apparently the nicest girl you would ever meet, and if she had seen RC's opening post she would have agreed with it.
But she was thoughtless. And it happened. And so it will go on.
I'm betting she won't again when she gets out, though.
(BTW there were angry deputations on both sides that the sentence was too high or too low)
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"We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa burgers and not one of you buds has the midi-chlorians to stop her!"
I make it a policy not to drink at all when I still have to drive that day. That way you can never blame yourself for doing something wrong due to alcohol... Other things can happen, but at least it's one precaution.
I am always the designated driver when we go out, which is only about a half dozen times a year. We have a tap system at home and I buy wine and frozen drink mixes for at home also. We are more comfortable there anyway, whether watching a movie or having friends over for dinner or just kicking back. No need to go out among the maniacs over here.