Heck [10.13.08]

Today's observation happened on the move. I was still on fall break, and my friend and I were taking a lap around the development in her golf cart. To say that we were enjoying ourselves would be a definite understatement, for we were downright rebellious. We refrained from breaking around the turns and drove over the speed bumps at a whopping four miles an hour. On our home stretch, my friend and I were busy pointing out the scenery, when something suddenly caught my eye. A Jeep was slowly but steadily backing out of its sandy driveway. I tapped my friend, who immediately slammed on the breaks. Out of nowhere, a decrepit lady emerged from the house's flower garden. "I'm so sorry girls. That man is such a trouble-maker." Her immediate giggle made it obvious that she knew him. Then her decrepit finger shook as she said "give him HECK!" So I did. I thrust my non-wrinkly finger toward gramps and screamed "HECK!" The feeble woman snickered with a wheeze, and returned to tending her shrubbery. Of course, the entire occurrence jolted a hidden angst against elderly drivers and their lack of, well, everything drive-related. So why don't old people have to get re-examined? Isn't it entirely probable that more than half of them shouldn't be driving? What kind of country are we running when golf carts need to compete with Jeeps?