This morning on my way to work while driving down the war zone (the best way to describe the construction equipment littered highway that we take to work everyday) I realized that I've added an innate and automatic safety system to the car. In fact, any car that I now drive has this added feature.
This new and cutting edge safety device is my arm. Yes, my arm. As I slammed on my brakes to avoid the car in front of me in the single lane of hell that is 169 South, my arm flung toward the passenger seat as a sort of barrier between the air sitting next to me and the dash. I remember, as I'm sure many of you do, my mom using that same technique with me in the passenger seat.
I know that this "arm belt" motion probably wouldn't help in a serious crash, but I guess it's just another step toward parenthood!
I hope I don't throw a forearm into anyone's head while driving,
Nathaniel
1 week ago
2 comments:
ah, yea ole' Soccer Mom swing. I know it well.
-Suzy
You device is kicking in early...nice!
Post a Comment