November 18, 2003
Beep, beep
Eric and I took Brandon to an appointment yesterday morning. I had to drop them off at home before I could go to work. So we're on our way towards the highway on a two-lane street, approaching an intersection at which the traffic light is red, but the right turn signal is green. There is an older model pick-up truck in front of us at that thick line at the crosswalk right before the intersection, at a standstill waiting to make a right, not aware that they have the right of way. Eric honks at the car, not a "get out of our way" honk, but a quick little honk, just to let them know they can make their turn.
Guess who the driver was?
My grandfather.
Eric and I both realized it at the same time and we laughed about it, but a part of me is saying, "I can't believe I honked at my grandfather". Suffice it to say, I won't say a word about it to him.
Posted by Amanda at November 18, 2003 09:40 AM
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When you are a kid, parents seem almost omniscient. There's nothing they can't do because they are your parents. I remember driving with my dad, sitting in the old Belair's front seat and kind of awed by the whole driving thing. Then, when he taught me to drive, I remember him losing it cause I basically was clumsy and not careful enough.
Now, I worry each and every time he or my mom get behind the wheel. Their reflexes aren't the same, nor their vision. I wonder, how many times that same exact thing you desribed has happened to him?
Posted by: Val Prieto at November 18, 2003 10:15 AM
