Yesterday we saw that some countries are concerned about it’s citizens driving around and being “unhealthy” (Actually it seems we managed to shame them into calling the whole thing off. Â Power to the people!), it seems that Ontario is about to reach it’s filthy invasive laws right into your car. Â Again, that is. Â Not only will you not be able to suck down sweet sweet nicotine-infused smoke and share with your kids, you can’t be doing that while yakking on the phone. Â Gods, what kind of police state do we live in? Â What’s next, banning playing video games while driving? Â Oh wait, that’s already covered by the law. Â Will it never end? Â The oppression is more than I can take, it’s like someone is choking me every waking minute….
Ok. Â Actually this really isn’t that bad. Â The smoking thing is something I can completely get behind, there’s no reason to kill your kids while you are killing yourself. Â The cell phone thing is also probably a good idea, since fumbling with a phone is not the best idea while screaming up the ramp at 130KM/h onto the Queensway on two wheels, while eating a donut. Â It’s not recommended, you get sticky sugary icing all over your phone. Â You really need to be on your game to drive as dangerously as I do. Â That 2G, three lane change (without signaling, natch) is tricky enough without texting about it at the same time. Â There’s plenty of time to be texting to your buddies while you wait for the ambulance and the jaws of life, because as we all know, ambulance response times sure aren’t getting any shorter.
So, maybe I over-reacted slightly, perhaps. Â It’s going to be just fine. Â Really.
I got this email today Court, from Uncle Ellard, pretty fitting in terms of your post here…enjoy;
This morning on the Interstate, I looked over to my left and there was a woman in a brand new Cadillac doing 75 mph with her Face, up next to her rear view mirror putting on her eyeliner.
I looked away for a couple seconds, and when I looked back she was halfway over in my lane, still working on that makeup.
As a man, I don’t scare easily. But she scared me so
much; I dropped my electric shaver, which knocked the donut out of my other hand. In all the confusion of trying to straighten out the car using my knees against the steering wheel, it knocked my cell phone away from my ear, which fell, into the coffee between my legs, splashed, and burned Big Jim and the Twins, ruined the damn phone, soaked my trousers, and disconnected an important call. Damn women drivers!