Monday, December 31, 2007
Drink, Drive, and Call 911
On the 500-mile drive from Palm Springs to San Francisco...
...we kept noticing large illuminated signs along the highway encouraging us to rat out drunk drivers by calling 911.
In case you happened to miss these looming horrors, fixed signage with the same message was posted along the roadway and at rest stops.
The question that immediately arose was how do you tell the difference between a drunk driver and a crappy driver or even a dangerous one who weaves in and out of traffic?
As a non-driver, I can confidently state that I've been in more danger from sober, bad drivers than slightly drunk, skillful ones but in our new Nanny State, those kind of distinctions count for nothing.
Still, the new catchphrase we were sharing during the entire drive to San Francisco was, "I think it may be time to call 911, dear. That driver in the red truck who won't move over to the slow lane is a real asshole. He MUST be drunk."