Slow down, so I can cut you off!

My friend, the "Top Hat Rabbit", just made a blog post that reminded me of a driving incident. This happened many years ago, but I still remember it clearly.

I was driving home from work one day, and to avoid traffic, I cut through a neighborhood, taking a route I had taken many times before. At one point, I came around a curve, where a side street joins the main road I was on. A couple guys in a little red convertible were at the stop sign. The driver was talking to his passenger, not paying any attention, and started to pull out in front of me as I came by. To avoid getting hit, I hit the gas and swerve around him. My sunroof was open, so I heard him yell, "Slow down, a**hole!"

Of course, he couldn't let this go. He had to prove to his friend how big a man he was. Up at the street light exiting the neighborhood, I waited to turn left, and he pulled up beside me in the right turn lane, arm and middle finger extended. When I refused to so much as glance in his direction, he tried to get my attention. "Hey a**hole!" he called. Still no reaction. (Nice language to be shouting in a neighborhood, I thought.)

He inched his car forward, I suppose so he could get a look at my front license plate, which I guess he wrote down, because he then started waving a piece of paper in the air, calling, "A**hole!!!"

The light turned green. I finally looked over at him, blew him a kiss, and drove off.

Hope I didn't make his boyfriend jealous.

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