The amount of people I've seen totally unprepared for driving!
Not just the applying your make up while moving (disadvantage of the truck is I can see in all your cars - and see all that junk on the back seat... tut tut!) When its sunny you see people trying to shade their eyes (I always keep a pair of sun glasses in the truck and most of these don't even seem to remember to use the visor) and pulling blindly into main roads knowing full well they can't see you but then glaring at you like its YOUR fault that YOU have priority on this road and that YOU are unsurprisingly sounding the horn when performing an emergency stop missing them by inches (I catch it with my knee!!)
Its not as if I'm a little tiny car I do stand out quite a lot! Its pretty hard to miss me in a car park when I'm TRYING to be discrete much less when I'm trundling down a busy main road at rush hour. I've got 6mm thick steel bumpers its not in your advantage to hit me!
Then when we get a frost you see them driving down the road the window completely misted up on the inside bar a tiny hole, the outside frozen and stupidly obvious they haven't even tried to scrap the screen.
My truck heater will only demist the screen once the engine is hot. So I get out of bed five minutes earlier and make sure I clear the screen completely. It takes a couple of minutes, I keep a special little sponge in the car. Sometimes when the weather is really bad I used to sit in my car drinking a cup of tea while the screen demisted so I knew it would be clear for my journey.
Its a good job I'm not a policeman. Aside from the whole sex change issue I would be that annoying git everyone hated because I was stopping people on their journey to work to make them clear their screens. People would hate me, complain that they pay my taxes (which gives them the right to break the law?) and that I should be catching criminals (which they don't accept they are).
I almost died because the normal unassuming "professional" gardener who had a girlfriend and a nice house hit me couldn't be bothered to clear his screen fully. He'd driven less than two miles. His excuse? He was late for work. Grass grows quickly you don't want to be five minutes late in cutting it do you.
People don't see the years of pain that morphine wouldn't touch, the sessions with a physio trying to break through the scar tissue so I'd have enough flexibility to tie my own shoe laces, the indignity when you find people talking to you like an idiot because you're in a wheelchair, or even moving you out of the way of the loaf of bread because they just "assumed" that its okay to grab a chair like you would a shopping trolley and that you were too incapacitated to complain, the years of crying myself to sleep every night when the nightmares flash by flash relived the moment. The fact that despite what friends think they'd do if a friend was injured they all drifted away when you "fail" to get better.
People don't think that if they're lucky they'll just steal a persons chances of the career they wanted, the children they wanted to have. The last thing these people think as they pathetically clear that tiny little hole in the screen is that they will be sat on the side of the road, their car awaiting recovery, talking to police, watching the stares as cars slowly filter by when the parents arrive and rush over to the bundle of coats on the ground that passers by have tried to keep warm.
Most cars have fantastic electrics that will defrost and demist a car in seconds, if not a couple of minutes. Can we really not spare the time to save another person?