Tonight, we rarely get out of our neighborhood
without hitting at least one mailbox, but I hit seven mailboxes
and almost flattened a stray cat. I had no control, and the
kid has obviously never heard of brakes.
We turn sharply onto the Pali Highway, a rash decision that
almost took the heads off two passing nuns. I could see them
rear view mirror; they didn’t look too happy. The kid made
a turn, because he didn’t want to stop at the red light.
As usual he didn’t turn on my turn signals, so I had no
way of informing those around me of his intentions.
Why don’t most Hawai‘i drivers use their turn signals?
It would save money, time, and emotions, but most drivers wait
until the last minute, then make a swift turn, and hope they
don’t get caught. My owner and his kid are the worst.
A few minutes later, on Kamehameha Highway we pull up behind
another car. The poor thing had to be at least 50 years old.
She’s not going the speed limit, and I don’t want
to run her off the road. The kid driving me yells out the window, “Hurry
up lady, we don’t have all day!”
I feel my gas pedal being slammed down. Suddenly, I’m bumper-to-bumper
with the car in front of me. I want to stop, but I can’t.
Soon, the kid pushes hard on my horn, and flips his finger out
the window. We pass the old car soon afterwards, but not before
just barely hitting an upcoming truck in the next lane. I guess
the kid forgot that we are on a two-way street. Luckily, we made
it in one piece.
Later, still on Kamehameha Highway, as he’s doing the usual
amount of swerving in and out between cars and lanes, I see red
lights approaching from behind. Figuring that I should stop,
I find that I do not. I speed up faster and faster. The lights
get closer, but I do not slow down. Why aren’t I stopping?
I turn onto a one way street and almost sideswipe a parked
car. Oh my, I think that was my cousin.
We make one turn after another, going through allys and down
side streets. Finally, we make it safely back to Kamehameha Highway.
I think we lost them. I look behind me, and to my knowledge,
we are alone. So, I drive back home, and park in the garage.
As the garage door shuts, I think: tonight wasn’t as bad
as last night.