Just the other day, the Old Geezer was driving his Saturn, much preferred over that damn Jaguar, minding his own business and going the 30 miles speed limit in downtown Brentwood, keeping as usual a safe distance behind the car in front of him, something that all SUV drivers have long since forgotten. So, in the rear view mirror the OG sees an SUV firing on all cylinders, pedal to the metal, approaching within five inches of his bumper before swerving to change lanes at the last millisecond before hitting his car, with the driver yelling- get out of my fu----- way Grandpa-as the SUV guy with a W sticker on the bumper and rear windshield swerves in and out of traffic at 70 miles per hour in congested downtown Brentwood talking on his cell to one of his mistresses and playing video games over the internet with a 5 year old in Argentina- hey look ma no hands. You can see what I mean.
Then, just the other day, the OG was driving his Saturn, waiting patiently to make a safe right hand turn onto Franklin Road, during rush hour. And what I am about to describe happens at least once a day. As the moment is about to arrive for a safe right hand turn, a SUV pulls into the left hand turn, completely obstructing the vision of the OG. Now, you can imagine what the Headknocker would do, lay a few honks on that driver, but the OG is more mellow and used to the ways of other humans. And, the OG wants to apologize to lemmings again for comparing them on so many occasions to humans. So the OG looks up at that driver, way up in the sky from his perspective, sees a woman about his age putting on her makeup. Need I say more. Well I will just give another example to prove my case, make it airtight so to speak.
Needless to say, there are many churches in the SUV Capital. As I drive Sunday morning down Franklin Road, where it turns into two lanes from four, there is the entrance to a large evangelical church. A police officer will stop traffic to let people in and out. As he stops traffic in my lane, I get into line, being the kind of person who will get into a line rather than break into line (the latter are simply referred to as LBs here at HQ), for there are two fundamental types of people in this world when it comes to lines. Now, you can probably guess at what I am about to say. A line of say 10 cars forms, and suddenly, I see two SUVs with W stickers on the bumper zoom by on the shoulder of the road, stopping just in the nick of time, in order to move a little further up in the line, forcing their way into line near the top, busy and important people no doubt. Now, to finish the story, of those who get into a line rather than break into it, there are two distinct subgroups, OG has observed over many decades as a student of human behavior. The first group consists of those who will allow the line breakers into the line, knowing exactly what is happening. Then there is the OG. The OG would have required those line breakers to smash into even a new JAG, which he once had, rather than letting one of the LBs get in front of him.