Ok, so there I am, driving like a complete maniac, screeching from lane to lane, slamming the brakes on at the last minute and barely resisting the urge to slam right into the back of the idiot in front… when suddenly my eyes behold an icon of wisdom whose insightful warning pierces the thick veil of my subconscious and suddenly I am a reformed character, compelled to conform to the rigorous standards of social responsibility which I had previously spurned.
I mean, your fucking kidding me!
What on earth is the thinking behind these stupid fucking signs? Do people really think that some cheap piece of yellow cardboard hanging from their back windscreen is going to do anything other than create an extra blind spot in their rear view mirror?
My motivation not to run into the back of your car is to avoid damaging my own car. If I’m the kind of person who’s already driving like a maniac, I’m hardly likely to have the kind of overdeveloped sense of social responsibility required to actually be in any way influenced by your fucking sign.
Wake up to reality – the person whose driving is most likely to injure your kid is YOURS!
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