Cars do their own thing

My car has a mind of its own. In fact, I believe it has a better mind than I do. And with that mind comes a stubbornness like I’ve never seen before.

I began noticing it several weeks ago when I drove to the library to return a book. On my way, I saw a parking place right in front of the quilt shop.

Well, was that telling me something or what? A parking place in front of my favorite store definitely was a sign that I couldn’t ignore.

I stopped and spent a few pleasant moments, hours — what does it really matter? — then headed to the library.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in my driveway, the library book still on the seat beside me. My car ignored my best intentions and did its own thing.

A few weeks ago, a friend tried to tell me that cars, much like 2-year-olds, had minds of their own. I laughed at her.

If cars are smart enough to give orders to their passengers such as “fasten your seatbelt” and park flawlessly, she asked, what is to keep them from exercising their other whims?

She claimed she had every intention of stopping by the pizza place after work for a takeout supper when she found herself at home in the garage with no great-smelling pizza at her side.

During her lunch hour earlier in the day, she planned to take her car to pay her utility bill but, instead, found herself munching on a cookie at the local cookie shop.

There again, her car ignored her intentions.

As much as I hate to admit it, she may be right. What modern society has is a technology whereby we, the people, are not in charge anymore.

Cars have become a discipline problem. They have gotten so used to doing their own thing, they no longer listen to the hand that puts the gas in their tanks.

Joyce Ore

Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.

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