The Snowbirds are Arriving En Masse

Every year around this time the snowbirds (aka: old people from colder parts of the country) begin arriving in Tucson. And every year around this time the locals, myself included, get cranky. It's not that I don't like old people. I have an ancient grandmother whom I love very much. It's not even that I really mind that they've arrived. Heck, we can use all the help to our economy that we can get.

It's their driving that gets me all hot and bothered. They are s l o w.

Today after picking up my daughter from school we headed down to visit the aforementioned ancient grandmother. Generally speaking it takes 20 minutes to arrive. Today it took 30. I swear every car I got behind or next to was a person over the age of 70 in a car with an out of state license plate, like Wisconsin or Michigan or Idaho or South Dakota.

The road rage I was suppressing was immense. You can tell my children ride with me all the time as my three year old, sensing my frustration, says, "There are stupid idiots on this road." Couldn't have said it better myself, kiddo!

It is for this reason, among a few others, that I don't own a firearm.