Beaver!

There is almost nothing that ticks me off more than following someone who doesn't use their directional signal when making a turn.

Jesus H. Christ! (What does the "H" stand for? Harry? Herman? Herve?)

How friggin' hard can that be? Just push the lever. Up for a right...down for a left. Period!

No classes needed here. No tutorial. No advanced degree.

Just a little move of the wrist. The lever is right there. They designed it that way. On purpose. Can you believe it? On purpose. To be conveniently located for ease of use.

It's not in the back seat where you would have to turn around, take your eyes off the road and contort your body to reach and then use it.

Nor is it in the trunk where you would have to stop the car, get out, maybe even turn off the engine so you could take the keys to open the trunk to access the lever unless you had the kind of car with a lever inside to open the trunk or a key fob with a button for that purpose, in which case you could leave the engine running but not for more than 60 seconds at which point you would be using more fuel than if you had shut the engine off (how about that for a run-on sentence...?)

No...the lever is attached to the steering column...it's usually on the left...I suppose because most of us are right-handed...which only makes sense within the context of keeping your dominant hand on the wheel while you make the incredibly difficult maneuver of operating the directional signal with your, normally, weaker left hand, unless of course you are left handed which affords you even less of an excuse for not using the damned thing.

COME ON! What's the problem? Are you so distracted with (pick one...) 1) your coffee, 2) your cell phone, 3) your Blackberry (iPhone, Droid, iPad, laptop, iPod), 4) paperwork from your job, 5)the latest bestseller, 6)enjoying your girlfriend,
7) putting on your makeup, 8) food (breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack...fried chicken is the worst because it is messy and makes your hands greasy and you inevitably get some of that grease on your shirt and now you've got a stain that you can't hide as you are about to go into that, all important, meeting or meet that new person from the Internet or the referral from your soon to be, former friend...or a Gyro is messy too...in the car...or a Philly Cheesesteak from Pat's...not Geno's...never Geno's? (why the question mark there? Because the entire preceding sentence began as a question. Let's review..."Are you so distracted with..." That's a question, hence the question mark as appropriate punctuation. OK!?)

So...can someone please tell me why we can't all use our directional signal, affectionately known as a "blinker", before making a turn?

Can someone explain that to me?

Or is it indicative of a larger problem in society? The problem, affectionately known as SYS.

SYS.

Screw You Syndrome.

SYS.

There must be a pill for that.

That's a peeve of mine. I am going to produce a TV show called "Leave it to Peever" in which the protagonist is always doing stuff that pisses other people off and has to endure the taunts and jeers everytime he (yes..it's a he...women are guilty here too but I don't want to get into that much trouble) goes out in public.

"Hey there's the Peever! Hey Peever...how come you didn't turn on your blinker?"

or

"Hey Peeve...why didn't you put the toilet seat back down...or lift it up before you peed because now it's wet and/or my butt is wet because I sat down on the toilet BOWL instead of the seat because you were so insensitive?"

or

"Yo...Peevie, my man. You ate the last cookie.
You are one selfish MF SOB...!"

Must see TV...no?