Precious Cargo

Driving down the freeway at 70 miles per house, I noticed a little girl in the backseat of a Ford Edge. I noticed her adorable little face bouncing up and down in the back window. I took a second to observe this beautiful little girl. Such a cutie pie. I would guesstimate about two years old. Then, I realized, what the heck is she doing standing up and bouncing around the back seat?

Once this thought got into my mind, I was infuriated. How can the adults in this car let this happen? This baby girl needed to be in car seat, let alone strapped in by a seat belt. I am very passive about a lot of things, but there are a few things out there that set me off. This, to me, was right up there with smoking while pregnant. Something I just cannot tolerate. So, I decided I needed to say something. While driving 70 miles an hour through rush hour Cleveland traffic mind you.

I rolled down my window anticipated passing the Ford. I lined my car up so that I was face to face with the passenger in the front seat. She looked right over at me and I pulled my seat belt off my chest and said, "put the seat belt on the kid." The look on the woman's face was horrifying. She was absolutely foreign, certain attributes (that I will not mention) made that perfectly clear. This only made me happy that I used the seat belt gesture, rather than just yell!

When I slowed down to exit the freeway, the same Ford Edge drove past me. I couldn't help but notice the horrified looking woman in the front seat, hanging over it to buckle the precious cargo in the back in. While, I may have over stepped my boundaries, I felt a little better for that little girl's safety. I just can't fathom why she was not in a car seat, strapped in properly.