Tomorrow I have to make a presentation to the year in the auditorium as part of Driver Safety Awareness Week. I am looking forward to the chance to finally have a captive audience and dropping some hard facts about the dangers of driving while distracted on the wool-headed cohort that make navigating the school parking lot a veritable gauntlet of death, for my Volvo, if not for me, twice daily.
I really don't think it prudent to allow such meaty bags of hormones behind the wheel of a car, but alas, my petition to the state senator about raising the legal driving age to 35 was dismissed without even a cursory apology.
Undoubtedly my presentation shall give real food for thought, what little capacity for it they have, to those who daily endanger my fragile Bella's delectable form with their rusty death traps.
Should I place an amnesty box near the auditorium door for those so moved that they wish to relinquish their driver's licenses? Perhaps…
I am excited and sincerely hope that Bella will be seated in a good spot, where I can gaze upon her fair countenance, rousing my passion and centering me upon my goal; her safety, above all else.
Once the student body has seen sense, as they are sure to do, the parking lot shall become blissfully empty, allowing me precious moments of privacy as I chauffeur Bella, such precious cargo, to and from her daily classes. Oh! What bliss it shall be!
A/N: Please leave a review! What other laws do you think Edward would like to change?