I have some road rage. If you've ever been in my car, reading this may not surprise you. I'm not an aggressive driver per se, I don't drive too fast (except for when I got that speeding ticket on I-84), I don't cut people off, I don't lay on the horn, and I don't tailgate. I mostly just get mad and shout inappropriate things inside the safety of my car. Unless one of my darling roommates unrolls the window because she has forgotten that I scream unbecoming things at people who I, in my road rage, deem to be less than intelligent in how they are driving, and or are crossing the street. In this particular case there were about four "bros" walking in the middle of my already very narrow residential street with cars parked on either side. I digress...
This morning the road rage started early as Katie, the aforementioned roommate, had asked me on Wednesday if I would drive her to a building on campus to return all of her ROTC gear. I Agreed but told her that it would have to be at 8:30 because I had a quiz at 10. So I got up at 8 in order to wake up a little before driving on campus because both the drivers and the pedestrians are of the opinion that they are invincible, and while I know this is not true, I am still liable if I hit them with my metal death trap. Katie packed up her gear and we were out the door. I was in an extraordinarily good mood considering I was awake an hour and a half earlier than I needed to be and had gotten little sleep. I opened the door of my apartment and took a breath of fresh air, yes it was going to be a good day. Then, I saw it. I saw the car wedged between mine and another. Had he pulled up 5 inches further he would have taken my drivers side mirror off.
I was not happy. At all. My mood had previously been high. I instantly began swearing and then remembered my whole building didn't need to be woken up because of this ass-hat. I kicked his tire and walked around to the passenger side so I could crawl into my seat. To make matters worse because there is a ridiculous curb on my cul de sac (which is not one word but Blogger is telling me it's spelled incorrectly either way...I blame the French) I had to preform a 6 point turn to make it onto the street. So upsetting.
Fortunately, this tale of morning road rage has a hilarious ending. As I mentioned earlier, I'm the kind of driver who keeps a commentary of other drivers, and pedestrians. I came to an intersection on Stadium way and I needed to make a left turn. The driver across Stadium way also needed to make a left turn but I couldn't see his turn signal upon reaching the intersection. I slowly crept forward and saw his turn signal. "Why don't you go while I go?" I said to the handsome driver who could not hear me from across the street and in his own car. We both began to turn. "Good boy." I said when he had done exactly what I had told him to. He must have been able to read lips and had very good eye sight because I earned a very strange look from him. Which of course made me giggle till I got home.
Ridiculously yours, Molly Marie
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