I'm not checking myself into rehab or anything, but...
I really don't like lemonade that much.
I kid, I kid. Seriously though, it occurred to me earlier today when a bad driver cut me off in traffic on the way to work.
I was driving. Another car whipped in front of me with about two inches to spare. I saluted that car, and then I muttered to myself that "she" was a terrible driver.
A few minutes later, as per the ebb and flow of traffic I ended up side by side with the same car. Turns out the driver was a man.
Bad driving is a pride sport here in South Florida, and when I'm on the receiving end of some numbnut driver my snap reaction is usually to say something smart about "her" behind the wheel.
Mrs. B opined the other day that I'm usually wrong. The other driver, the bad driver, usually turns out to be a man, she said.
After today, I agree that she's right. I'm usually wrong about my driver assumptions.
I don't know why I instinctively assume - again, usually incorrectly - that most of the bad drivers I encounter are women.
Maybe I heard men in my life dog women drivers when I was a boy? Nah. My dad is the silent stoic type when he's behind the wheel. Always has been, even when he has to slam on breaks or swerve to avoid a bad driver.
Maybe it's the brand of entertainment I subscribe to? I doubt it. The books I read range from mystery novels - many featuring female protagonists - to pop philosophy, like the Tipping Point. And the most blatantly biased TV I watch is South Park. And even that show's biases usually come with some sort of moral behind the story line.
I don't know why I do it. There's plenty of other stuff I blame on men, after I've jumped to a conclusion.
Luckily Mrs. B doesn't hold this one against me. Then again I do believe she once was given a warning for coming close to speeding. I've never gotten more than a parking ticket.
PS. You guys hurt my feelings. No one went to the last post and read my most recent articles. We reporters are sensitive people, you know.