Finally, some one has taken the time to codify an ‘official’ set of rules for Shotgun. The days of “You can’t do that!” or “That’s not fair!” are over. No more arbitrating disputes… just refer them to the official rules!
It’s a fun little site that has the theory, history and rules of shotgun. They also sell a pocket reference guide to keep in your glove box or give as a gift. At $5.95 with free shipping it’s not a bag gag gift for your teen or his friends. I considered getting one for my car. We’ve had shotgun arguments that last way past what I would consider an understandable amount of time. Plus, who ever felt they were wronged or cheated at the last shotgun call will invariably be extra diligent in his next shotgun attempt.
When the boys were little it was a non-issue, they both sat in the back seat. From baby carriers to child car seats to the little booster seats, all they knew was the back seat. It wasn’t long after they were both old enough to ‘ride bareback’ that I heard “Can I sit up there with you?” from the back seat. It was Aaron and he was eager to graduate to the front seat.
I, on the other hand, was not ready for that just yet. I felt they were safer back there. I am always worried about being in a car accident – especially with the nutty drivers we have in SW FL. Any time I imagine being in an accident I picture another car or Semi ramming me head on or in the driver’s side door (I always seem to imagine the most gruesome of outcomes for myself). So, I associate the front seats has danger zones. I always felt a little more at ease with my precious cargo in the back seats. It may be unfounded but, it helps me get through the day.
“Sure, when you are a little older.” I said, happy to have bought myself a little more time to get used to the idea.
“Then can I?” Scott asked, never one to let something get by him. He has quickly processed my statement and found himself a hole. He is, in fact, older. Fortunately, we were already under way. He was, actually, old enough to sit up front.
“How about you sit up here on the way home?” I offered.
“Okay!” he replied with a very satisfied tone. Aaron was disapointed and he made sure it was understood by all. I explained to both of them my feelings about the front seat and their safety. They seemed to reluctantly accept it.
By Aaron’s next birthday the front seat was fair game for either of them and so began “shotgun” which we use to this day.