My dad has a tendency of thinking that certain rules and laws are not for him. When we were kids he might park beneath a no parking sign only to say, “Yes, but does it say ‘No Parking Bruce’?” No, they never did.
Yesterday there was a massive chemical spill on the highway and I was sitting in the resulting traffic staring at a sign that read, “All Lanes Closed Ahead.” All lanes? That’s never promising and I was late for choir practice. Suddenly I noticed a few rogue cars abandoning the highway by way of a small strip of grass leading to the service road. While I am aware of how incredibly illegal this is, I couldn’t help but think ‘Well, there’s not sign that says, ‘Don’t drive over the grass, Amanda.’ So my little subaru and I went for it. How bad ass!
And then, as luck would have it, or maybe because I had to do penance for the time I didn’t spend in traffic earlier in the day, I hit stand still traffic at 1am while driving home from the Zombie Ball. It was the kind of stand still traffic where we all put our cars in park, put our seats back and proceeded to wait it out. And that’s when I noticed…yes, a nice grassy patch ahead and a few rogue cars who were jumping ship. Was I really going to do this twice in one day? As my subaru and I drove down the side of the grassy incline leading to the service road below I heard a cop telling on of the cars above, “There’s nothing we can do, you’re going to be here for a while.” I took that as the Universe’s way of saying “No driving over the grass,except Amanda!”