I think I've figured out why old people drive so slow. And walk slow, for that matter. I was driving down 95 last night. It was raining and everyone knows that Mustangs suck in the rain. Must’ve been doing around 65 mph and the back end of the car veered a bit to the left. I easily compensated for the skid because I’ve come to expect it, but it got me to thinking about how close we all are to death. Of course, older people are closer to that thin division between life and death. That milky membrane that separates this world with the next. They’re nearer to it so they can see it more clearly. And, baby, they don’t like what they see. The point is, and I do have one, this is why they’re more cautious. This is why they drive so damn slow. They’re not happy with the images from the other side. And, if we were smart, we’d heed that warning. We may not be able to see across that line just yet, but we should listen to those who can.
So, THAT’s why that big ass Buick is doing 25 mph on the parkway. THAT’s why the 131 year old woman is shuffling along in the supermarket, blocking your way to the canned peas. They’re cautious because they’re mortified with what lies beyond that boundary. Their fear should be a lesson to us all.
They should still get out of the fucking left lane.
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