2 thoughts on “That wooden cross would hurt in a crash”

  1. I’ve read several stories over the years of people literally letting Jesus take the wheel, in two cases women with their kids in the car with them. It never ends well.

    Also, long ago I saw a fun movie –RATZ!– about two girls who want boyfriends to go to the school dance with them, so they make them out of pet rats, by means of a magical object in an eccentric aunt’s thrift store. The rat-derived boys are largely nonverbal, but when one girl’s mother is driving them all to the dance, a rat boy sees the airbag sign on the dashboard and says happily, “Airbag!” I don’t remember much else about the movie, except that Ron Silver played the villain, a horrible Senator/real estate tycoon, and I’m not sure why I think this, but that character might be the same Senator he played as the villain in TimeCop, relating the two stories in the same fictional world. I could look these things up and find out what’s right, but this is the way I prefer, relying on what feels right, like people do for whom Jesus is their airbag, or copilot, or enabler, or whatever, but without the potential for harm.

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