A Man Pointed a Gun at me Today!
Well, not a real gun…he made a gun with he hand, jerked his hand back as if actually feeling the kick-back, and made a “psheeeeewwww!” sound. Oh, and we were driving at 75 MPH down a highway this morning at 6:30am.
Maybe I should back track. I was on my way to work today, coffee in hand, music cranked up, when I got stuck behind a school bus in the fast lane (I mean really, aren’t there laws against this? For the children’s sake of course). It was early, the back seat of my car was filled with boxes so my rear-view vision wasn’t the best. I merged into the next lane (since the right lane was now flying past this bus in the left lane and he seemed to have no intent on moving himself over) and apparently I merged a little too close to the guy behind me. No brakes were slammed, no swerves were needed, I just ended up a little closer to the front end of his car than most would prefer. Opps!
In reaction to this mis-step, the 60-something man in a tattered red convertible (top down, on the highway at 6:30am….driving into a storm. Are we over-compensating for something or just plain stupid?) whips around me, slows down as he approaches me, turns his head (eyes off the road for a good 10 seconds, excellent example of superb driving you’re showing me there, Bub!), and air shoots me!!!
I was astonished. The finger, the kickback, I could even see his mouth make the sound effect. Did this man really want to kill me for changing lanes? I mean I live in the city, and I’ve heard of some pretty pointless shooting, but lane change? I am a good person, sure I’m driving like crap today, but no one is perfect. I AM a good person! I volunteer for charity, I educate middle school youth, I strap a smile on my face and serve tyrants of America food, I bring my boyfriend dinner at work (ok, that was just once), I am a freakin’ saint!! And yet this man wants to write it all off over a traffic move. It seemed like such a little gesture, but it really bothered me the whole way to work. Who would do such a thing, this was someone’s grandpa out on the road threatening drivers, true drivers who might not be at their best, in his mini crimson death mobile.
Five minutes later, and a few miles up, I saw the familiar glowing of red and blue cops lights and I prayed for karma to have this man in cuffs…or at least pulled over for speeding, something that would actually BE worth getting upset over. But, in the end, it wasn’t him. He made a break for it…and I guess he will never know just how good of a person I really am (apart from my half hazard driving).
