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DRIVING HOME FROM WORK (True Story)
In the early days of portable typewriters, a friend’s aunt was very busy loading her car, with her overload of work to complete at home, during the coming weekend.
This, of course, included her portable typewriter.
After a long, tiring day she was hurriedly packing to get home before dark attempting to avoid more of the already busy, late afternoon traffic.
Immediately after exiting the company car park, other drivers began hooting at her, some rolling down their windows, gesturing to her and even attempting to yell over the everyday clatter of traffic noise.
At first, being familiar with short-tempered road hogs, she ignored the actions. As it got worse, she joined in too and began reciprocating, simply contributing as another ‘drop in the ocean’ of noise.
At last arriving home, her husband, who had noticed her drive in, hastily approached her in the driveway. As she was opening the car door, before even greeting her partner, in a very irritated voice said, “I don’t know what the hell the matter is with people on the road, it seemed as if just about everyone was hooting and yelling at me because of my driving!”.
The husband responded, trying to hide his snickering, “It’s because you have a typewriter on the roof of your car and can be very grateful that the thick rubber feet underneath prevented it from falling off”.
“OH MY GOD!”, she burst out blushing, “I am so embarrassed…!
” “No need to be embarrassed” the husband interrupted, “…we all make stupid mistakes.”
“Yes”, she said, “…but, so would you if all those kind people were trying to help you by gesturing to you that something was on your roof and then you ‘flipped them the finger’!”
In the early days of portable typewriters, a friend’s aunt was very busy loading her car, with her overload of work to complete at home, during the coming weekend.
This, of course, included her portable typewriter.
After a long, tiring day she was hurriedly packing to get home before dark attempting to avoid more of the already busy, late afternoon traffic.
Immediately after exiting the company car park, other drivers began hooting at her, some rolling down their windows, gesturing to her and even attempting to yell over the everyday clatter of traffic noise.
At first, being familiar with short-tempered road hogs, she ignored the actions. As it got worse, she joined in too and began reciprocating, simply contributing as another ‘drop in the ocean’ of noise.
At last arriving home, her husband, who had noticed her drive in, hastily approached her in the driveway. As she was opening the car door, before even greeting her partner, in a very irritated voice said, “I don’t know what the hell the matter is with people on the road, it seemed as if just about everyone was hooting and yelling at me because of my driving!”.
The husband responded, trying to hide his snickering, “It’s because you have a typewriter on the roof of your car and can be very grateful that the thick rubber feet underneath prevented it from falling off”.
“OH MY GOD!”, she burst out blushing, “I am so embarrassed…!
” “No need to be embarrassed” the husband interrupted, “…we all make stupid mistakes.”
“Yes”, she said, “…but, so would you if all those kind people were trying to help you by gesturing to you that something was on your roof and then you ‘flipped them the finger’!”
