....Or obnoxious, make sure you can make a clean getaway. Starting on Tuesday, I have been getting up earlier and arriving at work earlier. I had got into the bad habit of getting up at 7:30am and leaving for work at 10:00am, sometimes even 10:30. Which means that I wouldn't get out of work until 7:00pm, or even 7:30. Then, I would come home and stay up till 1:00am. And the vicious cycle would continue. So, I have been getting up at 6 and getting to work by 9. Which means I am encountering a different type of traffic. A more aggressive. And more of it. On Wednesday, I managed to get out at 20 til 9, and didn't notice it as much. However, this morning, I got out at 10 til and encountered a bunch of idiots who appeared to be late for the 9:00am starting shifts. And so, they speed and cut through lanes and tailgate people. I'm sorry that you don't utilize your time better, but don't take it out on me.
So, I exit the 110 freeway, southbound at the 223rd exit and am heading west towards Normandie Ave. I am about to pass Meyler, when a car suddenly comes up behind me and tailgates me. I slow down. She passes me and honks as she drives by. She then cuts me off and accelerates away. Oops! Sorry I was doing 5 miles above the speed limit. Next time I'll do 90 to please you. But then, karma smiled upon me. Dumbass didn't look ahead and notice that the left turn lane, to turn from 223rd onto Normandie, is so clogged with cars that they are spilling out into the #1 lane of 223rd. So, she has to slam on her brakes to avoid hitting the flatbed truck that is stopped in her path. Which means that I now pull up behind her....
I guess that I should take the high road and act like nothing happened. But, that wouldn't be me. I never take the high road. If there is a low road, ditch, gutter or even a muddy dirt road available, I would much rather take that. So, I pull up inches from her rear bumper. This way, she can't back up from the truck. And then, I honk the horn. I dared her to flip me off. But, she took one look at me in her rear view mirror and slowly started to slide down into her seat. I've been told that I look mean, and that's when I've been smiling. I would hate to see what I look like when I'm pissed. Eventually, she was able to squeeze by the truck and then had to wait for the red light to change before she could go. So, what did her little maneuver and her indignant honk get her? Absolutely nothing.
Posted by Valkyre at April 17, 2008 07:37 PM