There doesn’t seem to be a day that goes by that I don’t shake my head at something. Generally, it’s while I’m out driving, with yesterday no exception. An older woman had her right turn signal on, slowed down, and then turned left.
I’m not sure this occurred because of a lack of common sense, senility, unfamiliarity with the town, or driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Perhaps it was all four. I’ll try to define ‘common sense’ here because it can be subjective to each person.
A lack of common sense refers to situations in which individuals fail to use basic practical judgment in everyday situations. This can lead to poor decisions or actions that most people would naturally avoid or handle differently.
- Crossing a busy street without looking both ways.
- Touching a hot stove to check if it is on.
- Mailing a letter without placing a stamp on it.
- Shaking a can of soda and then opening it in a car or truck.
- Driving without fastening the seatbelt.
- Suddenly placing a boat transmission into reverse while going fast.
- Trying to fix live electrical wires without disconnecting the vehicle battery.
- Driving at night without turning the headlights on.
- Drunk dialing friends or strangers.
- Voting while inebriated.
Of the 10 examples, I’m guilty of 8. The last one really caught my attention, because I can’t fathom drunk voting, or worse yet, incapacitated people in any form being allowed to vote.
Misinformed voters, according to a good friend, are on the same level of incapacitation as alcoholics or junkies. In her way of thinking, many uninformed voters boldly walk the streets, namely, those people supporting open borders and benefits for illegals. I can see her point, although I’d say they lacked common sense more than anything.
“Drunk dialing” is something I’ve heard former co-workers talk about, yet it wasn’t anything I experienced because I don’t drink alcohol. Listening to several conversations on the subject, it appears these guys didn’t have a clue they’d even done so. It wasn’t until being told by the person they dialed that they found out. That’s a scary thought.
“Butt dialing” is an entirely different matter and quite common. On a lengthy trip across the US, my father accidentally did this, and we listened to him and his truck radio for several minutes out of curiosity more than anything else.
My daughter did the same, and we heard our three grandchildren chatting in the background. That was a welcome call, because even though it was unintended, any calls from our kids are always a blessing.
I’ve never “drunk dialed” or “voted drunk,” and never will, but I suppose the day is still to come when I’ll “butt dial!”
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