On my way home from work, I pulled up behind a car at a red traffic light and started to rant to myself, thus shattering yet another successful stint of being a mild-mannered Plastic Mancunian instead of the raging grumpy old git that I have become in my old age.
So why was I ranting?
Had the driver in the car in front driven like a maniac? No!
Had the driver of the car in front violated a traffic law? No!
Had the driver in front been an inconsiderate arse and pressed the road rage button in my brain? No!
Had the driver done something stupid? Well – depending on your viewpoint – yes!
I squinted at the rear windscreen and saw a sticker. The sticker was a small yellow diamond with tiny writing on it and a picture of a baby’s dummy (or pacifier if you live across the pond).
This was the sticker:
I’m sorry but this sticker has annoyed me ever since I started driving.
Why?
It seems innocuous enough, doesn’t it? Why should it make me pull out my soapbox and make me rant to myself mercilessly?
Because it is totally and utterly pointless and assumes that random drivers are psychopaths. The problem is that, while there may be psychopaths on the road, a stupid and pointless sticker is hardly likely to make him stop and think “I won’t smash into the back of THAT car! I'll choose ANOTHER one without a baby on board.”
First of all, the sticker itself has writing on it that is so small that you have to drive almost up the backside of the car before you can read it.
Furthermore, if I really did have a crazy urge to smash into the back of the car in front, do you really think that when I was a yard away from it and looking forward to destroying both of our cars in a thoughtless act of road violence, seriously injuring or maybe killing both occupants (including myself) and, that a tiny sticker would make me think twice because there was an infant in the car?
There is only one sticker that makes me rant more – and it is this one:
I may be determined to destroy your car and my car even with a child of unknown gender but will definitely back off if it is a little girl.
It’s ridiculous! I just don’t get the reason for making the stickers so small. If anything they are more likely to make a driver think “What does that say” and drive closer than he would normally. I have driven my car with two young children in it and if anybody had dared to buy me a Baby on Board sticker I would have hurled it into the nearest bin.
That pointless sticker wasn’t the only one that irritated me. As I drove on, I turned away from the Baby on Board car, which was a good thing, but then I found myself behind another car with an equally ridiculous sticker in his back windscreen.
I was on a roll now. I ranted to driver in front, even though I knew that he couldn’t hear me.
“What do you mean Jesus I Trust In You? Are you expecting Jesus to drive up behind you and say “Thanks”? Are you just being smug and think that you are better than me because I am not religious enough to boast about my bond with the Son of God? Do you think anybody cares?”
Personally, I don’t have any car stickers because I simply don’t see the point of them. Some of them are vaguely funny but once you’ve got the joke why bother?
Here are a few examples of what I mean:
Yes, they bring a smile – once! See what I mean? They too are pointless –utterly pointless.
I’d rather have a nodding dog – and I hate those too. At least some of them are cute. Thankfully, they are few and far between these days:
And do you remember furry dice? What was the point of those? Do people actually buy them now? It seems they do:
I think a lot of people go overboard when it comes to pointless car accessories. I mean who in their right mind would buy headlight lashes?
Thankfully I have both taste and common sense. I don’t have a nodding dog and no stupid stickers will ever find their way in or on my car.
The only thing I need is a music machine of some kind so that I can allow myself to drift into song instead of ranting at Baby On Board stickers.
To any readers who think they serve a purpose – they do not. The chances of them preventing a psychopath from ramming your car are miniscule.
And they annoy people like me!
Mind you, if you like seeing grumpy old gits like me rant to themselves in a car, maybe you can get a perverse kind of pleasure from it.
I think I like my own sticker at the head of this post, actually. Maybe I will print it off and glue it to the back of my rear windscreen. It will certainly be accurate.
What do you think?
