The Country Left

So the country left…its where you’re driving down a 2 lane road and the person in front of you has to make a left turn, but knows you’re following them, and nicely gets into the oncoming lane of traffic (assuming no one else is coming) and lets you speed on by. I don’t know if there’s an actual name for it, but country left seems to work for me. What’s great about it? If you’re the follower, you don’t have to slow down to 30 MPH when it’s just you and the person in front of you on the lonely blacktop. However, as the front driver it does require something—to be aware of your surroundings—that includes people. Lately I have been in wonderment of those people that go through life seemingly oblivious to those around them. Why would I turn off the light if I was the last person to leave a room? What’s wrong with driving in someone’s blind spot…wait what is a blind spot? Why would I say hello to those I work with? Why would I let the lady behind me at Walmart with a bundle of bananas go in front of me when I have a whole cartload? I am sometimes amazed at these people who just float along in their little opaque bubbles that can’t see the rest of the world or notice what’s going on around them.