I Hate Driving in Queens….I hate Queens.
I woke up early this morning so I took a ride out to Nassau Country. I drove through Queens to get to 495. EVERY TIME I drive through Queens, there is an accident on the road and Queens drivers are the most inconsiderate people in the world.
When there is an accident on the road in Brooklyn, other drivers will wave you into their lane. This never happens in Queens. A fire truck was quickly approaching my car from behind. There were two other cars behind me that needed to move out of the lane as well. As I tried to make my way over to the right lane, the driver in the right lane kept beeping at me. I wish I had a bullhorn on my car because I wanted to yell out, ” Dude are you brain dead? There’s a fire truck trying to get through to save someone’s live and you beeping at me. The car to my right moves past me and as I make my way into the right lane because the fire truck is directly behind me, the driver in the right lane beeps at me!?! I beeped back and pulled ahead of her. People in Queens have no common sense. This is just another reason why Queens sucks.
Hugs,
marlene
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May 28th, 2013 at 11:35 pm
Your experience in Queens made me think of my mom, who lived in the same house in Bayside for 60 years.
She and my dad both grew up in Bensonhurst, where I was born. We moved to Bayside, right across the street from beautiful Alley Pond Park, when I was 3.
My grandparents (on my dad’s side) lived on Bay 32nd St not far from Bay Parkway. Many great memories there. My Grandpa Joe came over on the boat when he was a kid, and made change in the arcades at Coney Island.
When I was a kid visiting them in Brooklyn, I remember the coal truck delivering to houses on the street. The Brooklyn trolleys were still running, too. The neighborhood kosher butcher, under the 86th St el, had sawdust on the floor and handed out Charms lollipops (the best!) to kids. On the walk to 86th St, we’d pass the Italian barber, who had canaries singing in his shop.
A couple of years ago the house in Bayside got to be too much for my mom. She moved to Stamford to be near her sister and our extended family.
You are gonna love this: about 18 months ago, at age 91, she got pulled over by a Connecticut state trooper for doing 70 on the Merritt — in a work zone. They pulled her license on the spot!
But even when I was a kid, my mom always pulled over for emergency vehicles and muttered imprecations at idiots who didn’t.
On the other hand, my mom being my mom, she had a strategy in traffic jams: when the fire truck passed by, she’d swing in right behind it before other drivers could react — so the fire truck cleared the way ahead for us!
That day in Connecticut when they pulled her license, my mom had been running late for a dentist appointment. The trooper, while firm, was extremely kind. He drove her to the dentist, explained to them what had happened and made sure she had a ride home. (No prob, the dentist was her niece’s hubby!)