Thursday, August 30, 2007

Lost and Translations


since we last spoke, i have been driving much more and learning my way around somewhat. i still need the navigation system and mapquest...for those frequent times when i get lost, but at least i can get to several major places around greenwich and stamford.
however, in my adventures of east-coast driving, i have found that east-coast drivers have alot to tell other east-coast drivers about their driving. just as in the far side cartoon, i will now translate some of the east-coast driving language:


honk!
"i really hated it when you pulled out in front me...don't do it again, or else!"
honk!
"i really wish you would have ran that red light, so i could get to my mani/pedi on time!"
honk!
"why can't you go any faster? i'm only going 28 miles over the speed limit!"
HONK!
"i can tell from your driving that you're from the midwest, and i HATE that about you!"
honk!
"why did you let that person in? now there's another person in front of me!"
honk!
"don't you dare hesitate at this intersection, or i will be mad!" (this one is preemptive)
honk!
"you're in the lane that i want to be in!"

i've honked twice at people, and here are the translations:
honk!
"when the light turned green, you should have gone! now it's red, and i didn't get a chance to go!"
honk!
"it was your turn to stop and my turn to go! please be more conscientious next time!"
i am much more polite than other east-coast drivers.

aslo, connectians (my own word; pronounced co-NE-shins) care much more about their beautiful foliage (it IS amazing) than they do useful, or even safe, roadways. but really, i mean who wants to be able to know which road to turn on? wouldn't you rather see a rare, blooming tree from sri-lanka or an oak tree that was planted during the revolutionary war than the silly old road sign? and who really wants to know if there's a car coming from the other direction as you're pulling out of a zero-visiblity driveway? i guess they prefer it this way.

i have to keep in mind that most connectians are ex-new yorkers looking for a more peaceful life in the "country." being from the ACTUAL country, i must say that peaceful must have a different definitition from what i know.

even with all the differences, i am loving the east coast and all the different modes of transportation. the train is my favorite, because it takes me to a whole different world called manhattan. i believe my next post will be a compare and contrast essay on the similarities and differences of the great darke county fair and manhattan.
tune in next time: same bat-time, same bat-channel.

your friendly neighborhood nanny,
lauren faith

5 comments:

Regi said...

Well if I ever need a laugh I just go to your blog. You are pretty girl!

Anonymous said...

it appears that you and i have similar honking translations, though at the green light i honk earlier to "wake" the person up who isn't paying attention to colors. sometimes they thank me by telling me i'm #1 in their book :p i also use the honk to let someone know that they should have used their turn signal so i'd know if i could get around them without having to slow down :) the looooong honk is reserved for those who want to move into the lane i'm already occupying just a few feet away from them.....

Lauren Mott said...

~d
hahaha, yes, we are similar!
three people have already told me that i'm number one! i am already so popular out here...

lyndie said...

my feelings would be crushed by now- or else i might've intentionally just slammed into a lexus to relieve stress.
keep your seatbelt securely fastened and breathe deep- good luck with the peace thing.
i'm always hoping some big expensive vehicle will give me a hefty (but safe) love-tap so i can replace my car for free- that's why i drive like i do~ in case you were wondering... ;p

Charity said...

Lauren, thanks for the laugh! I have to say, it took me a while to get used to "country" drivers when we moved here. I couldn't understand why no one ever seemed to be in any hurry, or what was so hard about using a turn signal every once in a while. Now I find myself the culprit - too busy handing my kids crackers in the back seat to notice when the light has turned . . . sorry, Dee!

Anyway, sounds like the adventures have only just begun for you . . .