Dear Driver,
I urge you to please SLOW DOWN. I can’t yell this out at the top of my lungs because I am outside my home, on the sidewalk, supervising my two young children as they play. I’m mindful of the language I use around them, although I admit they’ve heard some colorful phrases from me before. I would prefer that our neighbors remain unaware of my occasional frustrations, but I’ve come perilously close to raising my voice at you.
My son is engrossed in his sidewalk chalk drawings while my daughter is making every effort to escape my grip, her adventurous spirit drawing her toward potential danger. It is my responsibility to ensure their safety, especially when they might dart toward the street. Your reckless driving only heightens my anxiety. Can you please take it down a notch? We seldom enjoy playing outside because of your speed.
The speed limit on our road is 25 mph, yet you consistently exceed that limit by a significant margin. I’ve witnessed you texting and talking on the phone while racing by.
Sometimes, you are a young driver, perhaps a teenager with blonde hair and loud music, completely absorbed in the latest message from your girlfriend. I know the girl you’re rushing to see, and I wonder if her mother is aware of your driving habits. I might reach out to her about it later. Honestly, SLOW DOWN!
Other times, you are an elderly woman in a Buick. It’s surprising to see you driving so fast, especially with so many small children in the area. Don’t you have kids or grandkids? Don’t you care for any child? We’ve exchanged pleasantries before, and you’ve always been kind to my children. Don’t you worry about the risk of hitting someone? I appreciate you, and it pains me to label you, but please SLOW DOWN.
Sometimes, you are my peer, driving a minivan filled with your own little ones. This baffles me. You have your own precious cargo, and yet you pass by my children without a second thought. I understand the hustle of daily life, but your speed is alarming. SLOW DOWN.
And occasionally, you are a middle-aged man who waves at me as you zoom past, coffee in hand, misinterpreting my frantic gestures for a friendly greeting when, in fact, I’m pleading for you to SLOW DOWN.
It seems you may not even realize how fast you are going. I watch my kids vigilantly, but why can’t you also adhere to the laws? We’ve done our best to create a safe environment, but your actions turn our street into a racetrack. To every driver speeding in our community: Please, SLOW DOWN. The next time I see you, I may not hold back from expressing my frustration.
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In conclusion, the safety of our children must come before your convenience. Let’s work together to keep our neighborhood safe.