No, it’s not evil spirits, it’s rain. RAIN. Fine, try and kill it.
This morning, I drove 30 miles in what I’d consider a light rain. Normally, it takes me 40 minutes or so to make this journey — but not today.
Dallas drivers are pretty decent under normal circumstances, something I haven’t been able to say much about anywhere else I’ve lived. Before here, I lived in Raleigh, North Carolina (correctly pronounced: Row-ley, Nawth Kurr-lyna). I loved Raleigh, and the people were outstanding — but put them behind the wheel of a car, and the NASCAR gene took over, without any of the driving skill. Even on the best of days, it was a cavalcade of cartoonishly bad driving.
But here, drivers are mostly great… except for when haunted water starts falling from the sky.
Then, people seem to forget how to drive in a straight line. Turn signals? Headlights? These are theory only. People either slow way down or drive way too fast…
Except they don’t. I mentioned at the top of this posting that it normally takes me 40 minutes to get to the office, but today…
It took me 45.
The problem isn’t the rain, it’s my perception of how it affects everyone but me. We do this a lot in our everyday lives — assume that we’re the only ones who could ever be right, and everyone else is just slightly off, or doesn’t know what they’re talking about, or any of a hundred more excuses. We’re right — they’re wrong.
So today, I’m going to try to not assume I’m necessarily right about anything, just to see how it looks from that side.
Y’all? Do what you want. I’m not the boss of you.