I'm with Theodosia on this one. It's a gamble I don't want to take.

Not that it changes anything, but I could technically be fired for not wearing my seatbelt. It's part of the driver conduct requirements for having (and keeping) a company car. Violation of any of the terms can lead to sanctions up to and including termination of employment.

It's not just the major accidents that seatbelts help during, but even minor fender-benders can end up with you leaving a big dent in the windshield, or whiplash, or some of your teeth knocked out on the dashboard. And those happen a whole lot more often than rollovers and flaming wrecks.

I always wear mine. They don't prevent whiplash, though. Ask my neck.

seatbelts - a good idea. The accidents I've been in - kept things from being much worse. and - many insurance companies will refuse to pay if you weren't wearing a seatbelt.

Oh, this day is just working out beautifully.

I was already pretty sure I wasn't going to make it to ChiKat's tonight because of work eruptions. But I decided I'd cut out of work so that I could take the dog out and then finish this project up from home, thinking there'd at least be a snowball's chance in hell I make actually make it out, whereas if I finished up at work and then had to come home and go back out, not so much.

I've hit a snag. I just turned to take the dog out and...

The fucking lock is broken. I am locked inside my apartment. What the fuck?

Waiting for the janitor to call me back. And of course, the dog's all ready to go and won't leave me alone.

OH MY! That's just awful Brenda. Poor doggie! (um, maybe you can finish your project while waiting and get to ChiKat's?)

Kick down the door!

The fucking lock is broken. I am locked inside my apartment. What the fuck?

Oh god, I've had that happen, and it SUCKS. Well, I was stuck in the building, not the apartment, which was actually better, because people in the building could unlock the door with the buzzer, but still. PITA.

Brenda, what kind of pizza do you like? Should we wait?

What are you doing?

Taxes and laundry.

Wheee.

Oh sheeesh, brenda. I hope the janitor responds soon.

Motorcycles have no seatbelts! Yay imminent death & destruction!

My friend the trauma nurse calls them "donor cycles."

I get weary of having the same argument with her every time we get into a car. I will not move until everyone is buckled up, including her. Unfortunately that means at least a 10-minute discussion.

On the rare occasions where my mother is riding with me in my van, she brooks no argument because the new models have a truly annoying dinging alarm when the passenger seat is occupied (there's a sensor) and the seat belt not fastened. Other than that, she doesn't wear one. And she's going to get killed someday because she's hit at least a half dozen deer in the last seven years.

As a short person, I'm constantly irritated by the rubbing of the seat belt across my neck. It never stays across my chest like it's supposed to.

Oh, brenda, that's awful! Do they know it's sort of an emergency?

ION, I gave myself a home mani and pedi and my toenails and fingernails are a fetching, deep, bloody red.