We’ve all heard the term honesty is the best policy. Since we are tiny tots hell bent on getting our fair share of cookies and milk, we are taught to tell the truth, do the right thing… blah freaking blah.
But then one day, we are taught to fib, to lie, to bend the truth a little. We are taught that even though little Rosie is being a total selfish brat, we should smile and play along.
Ok, so which is it? And when did all this political correctness crap start anyway?
Yesterday I was driving up the street (no, not down) and this chic, probably in her early twenties, decides to start moseying across the middle of the street. Never mind there are four lanes of traffic coming at her in both directions. She didn’t dash, or jog or move in any expeditious manner. She moseyed. Strolled. Snailed along.
So there I am cruising along doing about 2 miles under the speed limit and I and three other lanes of traffic have to slow down so she can get across. In my sick, twisted mind I punch the gas for like less than a second (I know, I know, I am going to hell) and then let up.
I say to my boyfriend in the car: “Should I punch it?” As I give the car gas and then immediately let off.
My boyfriend asked me what the hell was the matter with me. Of course, I got defensive.
“ME?! What the hell is the matter with her?”
“Ok, so she gets to cross in the middle of the street basically breaking the law and if I hit her for whatever reason, I am the guilty one because I didn’t have control of my vehicle. Never mind the fact that she SHOULD. NOT. BE. IN. THE. MIDDLE OF THE STREET!!” Yeah, I over-reacted … a lot.
It felt good to freak out, and I would never run someone over with my car. I have certainly made a metal note to keep some thoughts to myself. Because, believe it or not, sometimes honesty is not the best policy.
Maybe being politically correct does have some benefits, after all.
So, sorry lady for trying to scare the begeebees out of you. On a “could have been worse” note, I could have been flying down the road yapping on my cellphone and not even seen you.
Is there anything that really gets under your skin that, looking back, you over-reacted to?