CHILDREN, FOOLS, and WOMEN DRIVERS

God takes care of children, fools and women drivers.

I’m positive that I personally have the most awesome guardian angels ever. I’m also pretty sure that when I get to the pearly gates at least one of them will grab me by the shoulders and shake the loll out of me for being such a crazy driver.

 It’s not that I’m a bad driver. Take this morning for instance. I was on my way to swim. I shoved a Southern gospel CD into the slot and got to havin’ me a come to Jesus meetin’ right there in the front seat! Well, when I’m gettin’ the vict’ry, I get a little distracted. I’m not saying I’m a habitual speeder, but when I get distracted my foot gets a little heavy. The faster the music – the heavier the foot.

Unless I’m distracted, I am a sincere believer in following the speed limit. Especially in small towns around here! A few years ago, I was cruising some back roads near Molena, not realizing that the in-town speed limit extended 20 miles out of town. Well, actually it was more like 1 or 1 1/2. Anyway, I saw the town up ahead and decided to back off from 75 mph to a little slower. Wouldn’t you know it! Just around the corner sat the town’s only policeman! He clocked me at 61 in a 25 zone but reduced it down enough that I didn’t get charged super-speeder rates. After a $176 ticket, I figured I needed to pay more attention to the signs … unless I get distracted.

        Which was this morning. Here’s where the guardian angels come in.

        I was singin’ and prayin’ until I got behind Old Man Pokey Pants.

        There a town near here called The Rock, Georgia, population 160. The speed limit is 45. I have to pass by there to get to Gordon College where I swim. I have never seen a policeman there in all the years I have been driving that direction. Until this morning.

        Mr. Pokey Pants was putzing along the two-lane road and slowed even more when we reached the ‘city limits’. I had no choice but to follow his example. And maybe I muttered a few choice remarks under my breath.

But I am thankful there was one person in my path who was intent on obeying the law. And I am pretty sure my guardian angel was driving that vehicle! As I crept by the police car, I decided maybe all the prayers this morning were to keep my lead foot from separating me from some cold hard cash. Maybe, just maybe, I learned a lesson on impatience!

Oh my! I could fill a book on my driving escapades! Like my cooking, my driving presents challenges would test the stoutest soul! Maybe some of those stories will be tomorrow’s Rant. But in the meantime,

Blessings    

KaraBeth