In Fifty Years We'll All Be Chicks: . . . And Other Complaints from an Angry Middle-Aged White Guy - Adam Carolla

I can't take my kid for a drive to the mailbox in a car with eleven airbags and five crumple zones without the little shit being belted in like Buzz Aldrin. Yet can you think of one vehicle built after 1959 that doesn't have seat belts? Cement mixer? Beer truck? A backhoe? No. It's the school bus. "Hey, I've got a great idea. Let's put our kids in an unwieldy metal cigar tube piloted by a sixty-year-old with cataracts who has recently managed to string together nine months of sobriety." If I drove my kid to school and the kid wasn't wearing a Nomex fire suit and a six-way harness, I'd be arrested. Does anyone else see the insanity in this? I bet even prison buses have seat belts.



***If any of you drive a bus, sorry. Not meaning to anger you. I actually am considering driving a bus for the local school system.