Saturday afternoon I saw my new favorite bumper sticker. I liked it so much that I told a friend about it that evening. Well, this afternoon, I saw it again on the very same car. (I recognized it as the same car because the trunk is held in place by a green bungee cord–not something you see very often in this late-model town.) Seemed like a pretty odd coincidence.
Here’s what it says:
Baby Jesus cries everytime you don’t use your turn signal.
Isn’t that just the greatest bumper sticker ever? I know that as a Southerner it is my God-given right to ignore my turn signal and let all the other drivers out there just guess at my intentions. But I can’t help it…I use my turn signal. And you know what else? I use my horn too. Every chance I get.
A few years ago my mother and I were in a parking lot–I don’t even remember where, but she was driving. A car was backing up towards us. My mother kept politely saying “Stop, stop…” Naturally the car kept coming until I leaned over and blew the horn. “I don’t think they could hear you,” I said. My mother was a little shocked by my actions.
Horn blowing, it seems, is tantamount to using dark meat in chicken salad. It’s just not nice.
Anyhow, I’m not a bumper sticker kind of girl. I put a Kerry sticker on my car the day before the last presidential election and took it off the next day. And I’m amazed by all the people I see still driving around with W ’04 stickers. Hello…he won…you can quit rubbing it in now.
So for now, my bumpers are clean. But if I see the one about Baby Jesus, I may have to make an exception.