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High Beams
Monday, April 12, 2004 10:05 AM EST
I
like to read. Always have. My eyesight isn’t what it once was, so I find I
need more light to read than I used to. So these days, I take a good book along
with me while I’m on the highway … that way, when some ass clown comes along
and gets right behind me with his high beams in full effect, I can whip out that
novel and read it cover to cover. Until I smash into something, of course. I
always thought I understood high beams. There are roads throughout this great
land of ours that, for one reason or another, don’t have any sort of
illumination. When one finds oneself on a road like that, one turns on the old
high beams to get a better look at what’s ahead. Then when they’re not
needed anymore, off they go. I
also seem to recall something about high beams from Driver’s Ed. Something
about turning them off as you pass another car, and the driver of the other car
doing you the same courtesy. Hmmm … nah, I must have dreamed that. People,
turn off your goddamned high beams. Whatever it is you’re looking for, I’ll
see it first, and I swear on a stack of Bibles I’ll call you on your cell
phone and tell you all about it. (See? See how I knew that the ass clowns who
drive with their high beams on are the same ass clowns who talk on their cell
phones while they drive? More on that aspect of ass clownery in a future
lesson.) I
suppose there could be a small percentage of people who have their high beams on
and aren’t aware of it. The same ones who are still signaling for a left turn
three and a half hours after they took it. For those people, I offer up this
tidbit: if it’s nighttime, and from your car you can read which scent of
“Candle in a Jar” air freshener I’ve got dangling, you’ve got too many
lumens burning. Cut it down by half, if you don’t mind. And
for you bugfuckers who think it’s funny to ride up on my bumper with your
headlamps melting the metal of my trunk lid, I’m warning you: I’ve got a
large-print volume of Shakespeare’s greatest works. I’ll hold it up and
you’ll be able to read it as clear as day. And
then, God help us, you might learn something.
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