I feel so much better after emptying the cat box that I have to spout off about something.
I was in downtown Petaluma the other day on my way home and I noticed a woman parked on Kentucky Street in her Expedition with the engine running. It was hot and she was apparently using her air conditioner while talking on her cell phone. She had bug-like chrome sunglasses on, so I couldn’t tell if she saw me watching her or not. She seemed engrossed in her conversation, her talon-like fingers gripping the phone and her extra chin flapping in the breeze of the air conditioner. I thought, how wasteful, but continued on to the bookstore on my quest for something on Feynman for a friend. I noticed that the downstairs area of Copperfield’s was not air conditioned, but cooled by a few strategically positioned fans that blew the stale air around. It has a smell like an old building downstairs, kind of damp and rotting. Not finding exactly what I wanted, I walked back to my parking spot where I saw the same woman yakking away on her phone, the engine still running. I found it disgusting. Here was a woman with her bleached and molded hair, coated with a few layers of Mary Kay (or some other concoction), layered with at least an inch and a half of extra insulation, most likely from a steady diet of McDonald's fried matter, running her tank on fuel that would feed a family of four for a week. I envisioned her as a modern day Marie Antoinette, with her frosted helmet of hair in her Versailles-like vehicle, insulated from anything that remotely resembles reality for most folks in this economy. I’ve seen these women on my infrequent trips to the supermarket, on auto pilot, throwing boxes of frozen pizza, chicken nuggets and dripping containers of red meat into their overloaded carts. Their fat fingers and painted nails click the driver’s side of their SUVs, when they roll down the automatic windows and order from the fast food menu. Why don’t they just install an IV drip bottle on these SUVs so the fast food restaurants can fill it up with grease and they can insert a tube into their arteries, without opening the window and letting the hot air in.
Once while I was at the stable brushing my horse, I watched my stable mate saying goodbye to her horse, nuzzling and scratching his forehead as her toddlers sat in the car with the engine running. I’m sure the air-conditioned, leather upholstered Audi was a comfortable haven for her kids, but come on, this is a ranch! We’re here to be outdoors with our animals, not inhaling exhaust. Plus, maybe my horse is weird, but he doesn’t like running car engines. He gets a little freaky, he’s only two. This was after he got tangled in the lead rope because he startled a little with the woman’s little dog tearing around the corner and the high-pitched barking. She knew he was a little freaked out and yet there she was nuzzling her horse and letting the Audi run on. She finally got in and waved good by to me, and I felt like saying “Leave already!” Also, if you’re gonna leave your kids in the car, why not leave them home, where it’s safe and they won’t get kicked? Then you won’t have to leave the Audi running so that your precious offspring won’t get over heated.
Then there’s the neighbors across the street that have to be in the car, at the end of the driveway to use their cell phones, of course with the engine running…
If they can give you a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt, why not a ticket for leaving your engine running? I’m not for more laws and regulations, but its got to be just as unhealthy, in the long run adding carcinogens to the air we breathe. Maybe we could think of some kind of hand-signal to let people know that we've observed their waste?