One of the first things someone told me when I started to drive was, “Be careful what kind of stickers you put on you car. They say a lot about the person driving.”
I hadn’t thought about that valuable life lesson in quite sometime until four, bold, white letters brought it back to me during my morning commute.
I’d say my bumper sticker choices are conservative — a Wyoming bucking bronc to pay tribute to the home state I still love and a billy goat signifying we’re outdoor enthusiasts.
I guess I wasn’t always as conservative about my choices, but the craziest I ever got was pasting Janis Joplin on the glass of my hatchback.
The young man I encountered today needs to be taught the lesson I learned because it’s true, people do judge a person by the bumper stickers on the back of the car. Whether the stickers are political or recreational, positive or negative, you don’t want someone to know your entire life story after following you home from the store.
The man I saw today looked like he was in his 20s, and he appeared to be heading to Sedona from the Cottonwood area. He drove a nice truck that appeared to be well cared for, but for some reason I don’t think I could ever understand, this young man chose to stencil a curse word that starts with ‘f’ and isn’t fudge on the back of his truck above the decal. If that doesn’t scream, “Pull me over because I’m a punk,” I don’t know what does.
Granted, he was young, but so am I and youth shouldn’t be an excuse for not maintaining common decency.
