So I’m on the way back from my last day of skunking, saturday, and on the way, NPR is the only station I can get for about fifteen miles.
Click and Clack come on. I leave it there because their utter lack of useful knowledge always amuses me.
A caller comes on, saying “I need a safe car that has features that help a really bad driver. I tend to hit things and back into cars while parking etc. etc. etc”.
She goes on to describe how she needs lots of cupholders and lots of power jacks for cellphones and other accessories, and generally displays what an ignorant and unattentive driver she is, and THEN GOES ON TO TELL THEM SHE IS A PHYSICIAN.
This is a not-so-subtle reminder, folks. Not every doctor graduated top of his or her class; in fact, the odds that you got the bimbo that sat in the back of class twirling her hair between her fingers and thinking about the sale at LS Ayres that evening are pretty good. Or the guy who drank his way through classes and had Daddy buy him good test scores.
Anyway, instead of suggesting that she buy a used Yugo and drive it as fast as possible downhill into a concrete bridge abutment, which would be USEFUL advice, Click and clack suggest she buy a Volvo wagon with the four wheel drive and all kinds of other options. Pitiably, I forget where she said she was from.
So if you’re driving around and see an obvious idiot in a nice new Volvo driving like a moron, using her tires as curb feelers, and backing into things while talking on her cellphone, do yourself a favor and GET AWAY. While you’re at it, get a tag so you can find out what she’s a doctor of, and if it’s anything more complex than dermatology, make sure nobody you love is ever under her care.
