Log In My Eye
So, I am driving home yesterday the back way from work. The route reminds me of the old ditty "over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house we go." It is a scenic drive and minus the deer and occasional tailgating driver, it is quite tranquil. There was a big old log on the road. As I was motoring, there was one of those scenarios where two tractors were coming the other way and taking up much more than half the road. This log/branch pincered the other end, so that I had no choice but to send up the automotive white flag, surrender, and stop. The log would have definitely messed up my car. After the tractors rumbled by, I pulled around the log, and started to drive. But then my conscience bothered me. "What if someone else hits that log out in the road?" and "If it is dark, someone is going going to collide with that thing." I kept driving. Although the picture above is exaggerated in terms of log size, the road and woods look muc...