The other day while backing out of the driveway I made the mistake of having my husband in the car.
Our driveway has a little turnaround so you don’t have to back onto the road. Just back into the turnaround, pull forward, and drive right on out of the driveway. But after I backed up and turned the wheels before moving forward, Keith said, “You know, you should turn the wheel while you’re moving. It burns a lot of rubber off the tires the way you do it.”
I just looked at him.
In North Korea, crazy Kim Jong Il is always playing with matches and being a bad neighbor. Some places in Africa are a little scary, and I believe there are a few scuffles going on in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Stateside we’ve got a minor problem with the economy, which many people describe as “tanked.” Our schools are struggling, health care is an oxymoron, and there’s that little oil spill problem in the Gulf.
In our own rural area, milk prices are holding a knife to the throats of dairy farmers, once-thriving small towns are trying to revitalize themselves, and factories keep outsourcing our jobs.
We won’t even mention poor Lindsay Lohan’s rehab woes, or the ten-month silence from the Mars rover Spirit, or Penn State’s disappointing loss to Florida in the Outback Bowl, but, come on. Even if you like to look at the sunny side of things – and I do – you have to admit there are some worrisome situations in the world, and a little scrape of rubber off a nice, thick black tire really doesn’t seem to be of national concern.
Oh, sure, I imagine that a couple trillion turns-while-stopped will hack away at those tires like a barber’s razor over a stubbly chin, but you know what I’m wondering? I’m wondering if something else, like an odometer reading of 500,000 miles or a 100-year-old transmission, some other minor detail, will go wrong first, waaay before those itty-bitty rubber burns will accumulate enough to create bumpy tires.
So I just looked at ol’ Keith sitting there all concerned over a speck of rubber and I said, “Why, you’re absolutely right. I never thought of it that way. Thank you.” Then I peeled out of the driveway and away we flew.
Some people worry about the darnedest things.