Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
I wouldn't even get in with no driver. The idea is great, but I want a driver who can stomp on the brakes if another car comes barreling through a red light. I don't fancy being t-boned.
If every car were like this, we'd all be safer and get to our destinations in one piece. Hot dogging idiots would be no more, the cars could coordinate with each other to keep things moving, too.
I got this from our friend Judy and I told her I was nervous through the entire drive.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't even get in with no driver. The idea is great, but I want a driver who can stomp on the brakes if another car comes barreling through a red light. I don't fancy being t-boned.
ReplyDeleteIf every car were like this, we'd all be safer and get to our destinations in one piece. Hot dogging idiots would be no more, the cars could coordinate with each other to keep things moving, too.
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