Monday, 19 October 2009

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  Rage Road

  Yesterday on my way to work I experienced an incident involving a phenomenon known as “road rage.”  In a nutshell, I changed lanes, another driver felt that I cut him off, he honked at me, I raised my hand up apologetically, he continued to honk and made hand gestures that mocked my raised hand, I flipped him off with my middle finger for a good half-block, he pulled alongside me and tried to sideswipe me, I stopped at the subsequent red light, he stopped his car in front of and perpendicular to mine, he stepped out of his pickup truck and approached my car, I realized that he was really a 6’5”, 250 lbs. woman who looked like Da Brat, I flipped “her” off with both middle fingers, which prompted “her” to unleash a verbal tirade aimed at my general direction.   I won’t go into detail regarding what sexual expletives she called me, where she told me I should go, or what body part she told me I should kiss because all of those words are somewhat unpleasant.  Needless to say, this maniac frightened me.  I generally think that people who pull their vehicles over to harm others over traffic non-incidents likely have the same mental stability of murderers (read:  they’re crazy).  Strangely, watching this brute yell at me also made me sad, because I kind of like Da Brat.

  I don’t understand road rage.

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