A Point of Contention

Now I've tried my hardest to enjoy living in the Bluegrass. For the most part it has been a good experience; even all the quirky little things about the people here (like big, shirtless men mowing their lawns and the ever famous expletive "Aw sheeeit") are reasons to laugh, not get angry.

There is one point of contention, however, I take with the folks of the greater Lexington area, and that involves emergency vehicles needing to get where they are going.

To all you stubborn drivers in Jessamine and Fayette County: Get out of the f*cking way!

I have never ever ever seen people so resistant to move to the side of the road to allow ambulances and fire trucks to pass. Even people riding rush hour home on very crowded New York and New Jersey highways usually have the ethical fortitude to pull over or move when they see flashing lights.

It just happened yesterday when Alan and I were driving into Lexington. The looks on people's faces? Most of them seemed to be trying very hard to ignore the lumbering, flashing, screaming fire truck attempting to squeeze through the paltry space they'd made on the road while others just sat there in their cars, not moving. I was up on the curb trying to let it by for God's sake! What else could I do? If it was my house burning or my husband having a heart attack I'd want a rescue crew their as quickly as possible.

I know we are all selfish and many people don't give a rip about anyone but themselves, but this is appallingly misanthropic. And for only having one major complaint about where I'm living, this one is pretty bad.