As I was combing the tangles out of my now long hair after my shower this morning I found myself thinking, “As a child, if my Mom had pulled this hard on my tangles, I would have been screaming bloody murder.”
Why did I not care now? Did it hurt any less? No. Were there fewer tangles? No. So what was different? Control.
I was the one using the comb so I knew when it hurt enough to need to stop. When Mom was combing my hair how was she supposed to know?I needed to signal to her that it was getting close to hurting so she would have time to stop before it really hurt.
Then I realized I do this as a passenger in a vehicle too. I put on the passenger side brakes before they need to be applied to signal to the driver that I’m going to need the vehicle to slow down soon.
So, if I’m riding with you and you see me apply my brakes, don’t slam on yours. You have some time yet.
Unless I’m frantically slamming mine, then hit yours hard.
TTYL,
Linda
Cute. I’ll remember that for sure!
What a cute blog. Never thought of giving my mom the signal first. Of course, if I yelled she pulled harder. I couldn’t win.
Too funny. And so me. Poor Jim. I’ve worn out the floor on my side of the truck. Love it.
i sat in the seat right behind a bus driver once in dallas. it was a tour bus.
i didn’t paw the floor with my imaginary foot break. but i kept catching in my breath very noisely i guess…
ssssttt! sssss!!! through my teeth.
finally he stopped the bus. he turned all the way around in his seat and announced to me and the whole bus full of people . . . “little lady. would YOU like to drive this bus?”
the whole bus laughed.
i turned three shades of red and apologized. didn’t even realize i’d been doing it!
i’ll watch for you.
Ah…. Control. The key to many of life’s little problems. How we do love to feel in control (says a major control freak)
My only request is that if you hit my passenger side brakes — please do not leave a dent in the floor. Other than that, feel free to freak out all you want. 🙂