THE RUDE DRIVER

Hey there sagacious reader.  Around these parts, people exhibit a lot of rude behavior on the road. I'm sure that normally they are nice, respectful people. Until they get in their cars. And then? It's like something snaps when they get behind the wheel.  It happens way more often than it should.  At least where I live.  Everyone is always in a hurry; or worse, driving way too slow. (Style crampers, that's what I call the slow ones.)

Something happened yesterday that I fInd particularly rude. It's not the first time it's happened and I'm absolutely positively sure it won't be the last. Not unless everyone gives up driving that is. (And wouldn't that be nice?) I will admit, it provoked a tiny bit of road rage in me (it always does) which I successfully (somewhat) stifled.  It was a proud moment.

I was (as usual) on my way to the store to pick up a few things. I was in a pretty good mood, feeling relaxed and mellow.  No anger issues.  Not even a tiny bit cranky. Just wanted to get to the store, get what I needed and get home.  Piece of cake. 

From where I live the quickest and easiest way to the store is via the freeway. Strange maybe, but true.  Friday afternoons around here are a nightmare for travelling.  Heading south, which is the way I needed to go, is always jammed full of cars; people heading who-knows-where to do who-knows-what.  Happens every Friday.  Saturdays too.  I have no idea why, but there it is.

Heading up the on ramp to squeeze my way into the south-bound traffic is always a challenge.  Yesterday wasn't too bad.  Not as many cars as usual. I was speeding up, checking my mirrors, glancing over my shoulder, checking traffic like the good and polite (mostly) driver that I am.  There were several cars behind me and I was also well aware of them.  I threw on my left-hand turn signal, checking for a break in the traffic, still keeping an eye on my mirrors.  And my moment came.  A slight break.  Just as I was getting ready to merge over, the car behind me (no blinker) moved over.  I was thinking of moving over myself; there was still enough room.  But before I could finish that thought, the guy hits the gas, speeds up and blocked me.  Really, dude?


I tell ya, for a very brief moment there I considered moving over anyway.  I had the right of way. I was in front, indicating my intentions by using my blinker so that ass knew I wanted to move over.  And if I had, (and I could have, easily) he would have hit me from behind.  And in this state that would make the accident his fault.  Now I don't always agree with that particular law but in this case?  Bring in on!

I mean, how rude is that?  I don't know what that idiot was thinking. Any rational person would have known what my intentions were.  My blinker was on, that's a pretty good indicator. Most folks know the purpose of blinkers.   Maybe he was just in a hurry.  But cutting me off like that didn't save him more than a second or two at best.  And here, on a Friday afternoon, he wasn't going to get very far before he hit the bumper-to-bumper traffic. (Ha!) So, what did that extra second get him? Nothing. Nothing but a pissed off me. Not a pretty picture. And he ruined my perfectly good mood. (asshole) 

This type of behavior begs the question: Is he just rude or does he have his head up his ass?  I will let you, savvy readers, be the judge of that.  For me, I have only one thing to say to that guy and any others like him who are lurking out there on our roads, just waiting for the chance to cut us off.  And that, as you may have deduced, is BITE ME!