On the way home today, we saw a crazy-dangerous driver who has to have been in some way impaired. I was behind the other driver, so it was easy to keep enough distance that I wouldn’t have gotten wrecked in a worst-case scenario, but at one point I shouted “You’re going to DIE!” because the other driver kept wandering fully onto the other side of the yellow line, into oncoming traffic. And for the first time, someone was coming.
I don’t have a cell phone, so I couldn’t call the police, and I wasn’t close enough to get a license plate number or the make/model. I did flash my headlights repeatedly from where I was, although again, I was far enough back to make sure I wouldn’t die if the other driver did hit someone. And eventually the driver DID get back on the correct side of the road (far too close to that oncoming truck for my comfort, btw) and this time the driver did stay there.
Kiddo3 said, “Why is the driver going to die?”
I said, “Look at the way they’re driving!” Kiddo3 is eight, but even he knows how to stay on the correct side of the road.
The driver turned right when I was turning left, so there ends our encounter. What I found interesting, though was Kiddo3’s comment: “It would be weird if the driver was a woman.”
I said, “Why?”
He said, “Women don’t drive crazy.”
I kept fishing to get more of the story about him, because that kind of is an important thing to know. My Patient Husband is a careful driver, but his bus driver is also male, and if the bus driver is a total maniac, I’d like to pass along that information to the nice people who run the bus company.
No, it turns out that Kiddo3 had a different reason: “I figured I would drive all crazy, but I don’t know any girls who do crazy things.”
So there you have it. Kiddo3 has mastered the art of generalization. “I am a maniac. Cars are not toys. But if I drove a car, I would drive like a maniac, so I shouldn’t drive a car yet.”
We’ll see if this holds when he’s sixteen.