My Week 154: Driverless Cars, The “Good” Tea Towel

Last week, I was crossing the street at Yonge and College, trying simultaneously to avoid the taxi that wanted to run over my toes and the screaming man in the pink mini-kilt with the pigtails, when I heard a loud voice behind me say, “You know, I feel really sorry for kids these days.”

“Why’s that?” his companion replied.

I looked behind me. They were two guys in their mid-30s, wearing business suits. I braced myself for the usual bullsh*t about how today’s youth have a) no work ethic b) no social skills c) are entitled b) don’t respect their elders and so on, and got ready to roll my eyes hard enough to make that taxi back off. But I had totally misjudged the savvy pundit, who continued with “It’s a shame that, with the invention of driverless cars, most young kids today will never know the real pleasure of driving.” He continued on, reminiscing about his first car and the thrill of getting his licence until we had parted ways, me into the Tim Horton’s across the corner, he into parts unknown (but probably a very tall office tower).

I thought about it for a minute, and I was like, “Yeah, he’s so right.” Kids who are born today will never know the joy of being the ‘captain of their own ships’, in the same way that they will never know a world without the internet, or without the threat of global environmental disaster hanging over their heads in the same way that nuclear disaster hung over mine (although thanks to the assholes who are currently in charge of both the US and North Korea, kids today have to worry about THAT too. Well done.) But then I thought about it some more and started to wonder if driverless cars weren’t such a bad thing after all, and that kids really wouldn’t be missing that much. I mean, face facts—driving is a pretty dangerous business. Hurtling along at over 100 kilometres an hour (60 miles an hour for my US readers) inside a thin metal box within a few feet of other people in the same situation, it’s sometimes unbelievable that any of us survive it at all. Airplanes, which are basically flying cars, aren’t allowed to be within 3 miles of each other horizontally, and 1000 feet vertically, but I’ve got some d-bag riding my bumper on the 401 despite the signs telling you to keep at least 2 chevrons between you and the next car. When you actually think about it, driving is scary AF, and the fact that we actively encourage our children to learn how to do it and get their licences is pretty bad parenting, like “Hey Jimmy, it’s that wonderful time for you to learn how to battle the forces of humanity, nature, and fate. Hope you remember how to parallel park!”

Personally, I can’t believe the driverless car wasn’t invented sooner. I mean, cars are a necessity in Canada, where there’s a LOT of land and you have to travel pretty far to find people and jobs, and such, but where there just aren’t enough roads, so we spend A LOT of time trying to calculate the fastest route to go anywhere, and watching Google maps closely for that red line that tells you that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ve written plenty about the ludicrous nature of driving back and forth to Toronto, and I could totally appreciate being able to read or surf the internet while I was stuck on the four lane parking lot known as the 401,or more affectionately, the “stupid f*cking 401”. But what I really want to know is this: will driverless cars obey the rules of the road, or will you be able to override them so that you can drive as stupidly as you do when you’re actually behind the wheel yourself? Because there’s always going to be that one guy who drives on the shoulder to pass, or cuts you off, or tailgates you, and if he can still do it while he’s watching a Youtube video, then what’s the point?

The only real requirement I have for a driverless car, aside from obeying the rules of the road, is something I like to call “Roadkill Alert”. The car should be able to sense whether there’s an animal about to cross the road in front of you and stop you, or shoot out a firecracker or something as warning. Last year, T left the house about 10 pm to drive back to his university residence. Less than five minutes later, he called the house. I answered the phone to hear him say, “I just got hit by a deer.” His voice was shaking. Ken had just taken Titus out for a walk, so I stood on the porch and screamed at the top of my lungs, “Ken! Come home! T’s had an accident!” From a few blocks over, I heard him yell, “I’m coming!” and he was back at the house in under 30 seconds. T was only a couple of kilometres away, but it felt like forever until we got there. When we arrived, there were two pickups trucks who had stopped to help, and the police were already there. I grabbed T and hugged him—thank god he wasn’t hurt—but there was a deer shaped dent in his buckled hood, and the deer itself was lying at the side of the road. It was a buck with huge horns, and all I could think was 6 inches higher and it would have gone through the windshield. I won’t go into details, but the police took care of the situation, and the local guys offered to take it away. The car was a write-off, but whatever—it’s only a thing.

Bottom line, the deer came hurtling out of the dark and T couldn’t avoid it. So yeah—make sure those driverless cars have long-range sensors on them. And I don’t want to hear any of that sh*t about “When I was a kid, we drove into deer all the time and LIKED it. These kids today are just sheltered wussies.” Personally, I’m waiting for someone to finally invent the Star Trek transporter. Then we can say, “These poor kids today will never know the real pleasure of travelling at warp speed…”

The Good Tea Towel

I have a problem. It’s not a big problem, but it’s a problem nonetheless for someone like me who’s just a little OCD. Here’s the back story: Because the new owner of my previous condo was a total dick and illegally evicted me, I had to find a new place to live. Toronto is hideously expensive, and the only place I could find close to work in the timeframe I had was a 2 bedroom place. The rent on this 800 square foot box in the sky is $2400 a month, so the only way I could afford it was to get a roommate. I did, and she was lovely, but there was one problem. She kept using the good tea towel, you know, the one that’s for show. It was white and black, in a ‘Paris’ motif, and it hung from a hook in a spot that was obviously chosen for its display properties. There was another tea towel, a plainer one, that was close to the stove and sink, and simply screamed out, “Use ME!” Yet my roommate kept using the good tea towel, until it was no longer ‘good’. I would come back after a weekend at home to find it hanging all crumply and stained. I would wash it and then replace it, and put the other tea towel in a more convenient spot, but my roommate had a penchant for using the good tea towel and I didn’t know what to do. Why didn’t you just tell her, you ask? Because that would be the most ridiculous conversation in the world, like “Can you not use this tea towel? It’s for show.” How do you say that without coming off like some weird kitchen textiles fanatic? And while this may seem like a first-world problem, imagine if I had two goats. The first goat was really stylish and it was the one that I kept to impress people about my taste in goats, and thereby advertise my savvy in the goat business. The other, less attractive goat was the one I used for milk and whatnot. Imagine now, if someone slaughtered my display goat. Am I now supposed to use the milk and meat goat to make my kitchen look pretty?

And why is this a problem NOW, you ask? Because my previous roommate has gone back to school, and I have a new roommate, who also seems very nice. But I just bought new display tea towels, and I still don’t know how to have that conversation with a stranger. At home, it’s no issue:

Me: See that new tea towel I just bought? It’s for show. Don’t use it.
Ken: OK.
Titus: If it doesn’t involve food, I’m pretty laissez-faire. You know me…

After 27 years of marriage, Ken understands that a) I’m weird and that b) the tea towels we actually use can just be put in the cupboard or drawer or whatever, and he can complain all he wants about the possibility of it getting “moldy”, but we both know that won’t happen, Ken. Yet I don’t know this new girl very well, and the last thing I want is for her to tell her friends, “I can use anything in the kitchen that I want, except for this one particular tea towel. Also there are five cutting boards—one for vegetables, one for meat, one for cheese…you know what? F*ck this—I’m moving out.”

Sigh. Kids today will never know the pleasure of a fancy, just for show, tea towel.

 

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16 thoughts on “My Week 154: Driverless Cars, The “Good” Tea Towel

  1. Hmmm.
    Driverless cars will exist for people who don’t enjoy driving. Driver-assisted cars will exist for people like me who love driving along country roads but find motorways & urban traffic jams tedious. We’ll just press a button, let the computer get on with driving while we read or sleep or something.
    Re the tea towel: Just put it in a frame and hang it on the wall. Anything on an actual tea towel hook or rail should be considered fair game! 😉

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      • I’ve explained your problem to my wife and she totally understands. This is why we don’t actually have any Good Tea Towels – she would be horrified if they actually got used and ruined. I said that it’s not like using your best shirt as a tea towel… but apparently it is.
        What you need is a tea towel hook that won’t let go.

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  2. My mom had an ornate glass jar in our main bathroom that was filled with decorative soaps. They were in the shape of roses yet they were the color of milk chocolate. To my utter consternation, soon after they made their appearance, my mother announced: “those are decorative soaps. Don’t use them to wash your hands.” So I did the next best thing and tried to eat them.

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  3. I look forward to the driverless cars. I wish there was a way, in my city, to really avoid getting into a car at all. And I really, really don’t know how I ever survived my teenage years with some of the dumb things I did behind the wheel. So the future is, potentially, amazing.

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    • I know–I live in a very small town in the middle of nowhere when I’m not in Toronto, so I have to drive a lot–at least it’s mostly on back roads. By the way, I’ve been reading your blog and trying to post comments, but the site won’t let me. I’ll keep trying, but I wanted you to know that I’m still a devoted reader!

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      • Thanks for telling me. If it’s happening to you, it’s happening to other people. Let me see whether I can figure out what aspect of Blogger’s 20th century tech might be going awry this time.

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  4. I’ve been thinking about driverless cars lately and have concluded that they’ll be so much better as long as they don’t talk. When the cars start saying “Why do you want to go there?” that’s when I’ll miss the pleasure of driving myself.
    And I grew up with a mother who decorated the loo with fancy towels and seashell soaps that were just for company, so I understand the display towel. Maybe your roommate will get it too. Heck, not even guests used the “just for company” towels and soaps.
    And I really want to end with a joke but T’s accident reminded me too much of William Stafford’s haunting poem “Traveling Through The Dark”.

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    • I agree–I certainly wouldn’t want a car that questioned my life choices. As for the accident, and the poem, our deer wasn’t quite dead, and the whole thing was very traumatic for all concerned, especially the rookie police officer who had never had to dispatch anything before. I was looking up the specs on the Google driverless car, and apparently it can detect movement up to 200 feet away in all directions, so the animal population might benefit from it as well.

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  5. Ah, as a young person who doesn’t like driving very much I think Driverless Cars will help me big time. Where I live we have very chaotic traffic and I wouldn’t mind one bit missing it.
    And yes, I hope everyday for the invention of a teletransporter(a free one, mind you)

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  6. I went to high school out in the country – lots of long, dark, country roads. Our yearbook was littered with in-memoriums for kids who died in car accidents. Maybe driverless cars won’t be so bad.

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  7. I fucking love you. I don’t know what else to say, other than I am a ‘burn your goddam candles’ girl. I just can’t get my head around having candles that just sit there and gather dust so they can stay ‘pretty’. I mean, have these pristine-wick intact-obsessed people ever experienced the mesmerizing glow of a candle?!

    HOWEVER, the precious dishtowel that I purchased in Tuscany, the one that maps out my favorite picturesque village and matches the precious few kitchen items that I have, the one that actually needs to be ironed because it crinkles up when I wash it, the one that I actually IRON…you don’t use that one…like ever. You use the rag that is draped over the facet, clearly tattered and ripe for cleaning. Or you use the one that is hanging from the refrigerator door, perfectly situated so that when you need to wipe the remnants of your PB&J off your grimy fingers, all you have to do is turn around and there it is, ready to receive the greasy stains that will NEVER come out, no matter how long they are exposed to the most expensive stain remover one can buy with the hopes of preserving the precious dishtowel purchased in Italy…which is now hanging from the refrigerator door, picturesque villages buried under smears of peanut butter. :o)

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