| Driving tempers. |
[04 May 2008|06:34pm] |
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From as long ago as I can remember, my mom always had the road rage going on. She'd get pissed about whatever some other driver was doing and shout at them from safely inside our car. "Why don't you learn how to drive? Yeah, you. Idiot."
It was embarassing for me. And I'd feel sorry for the other person sometimes who was getting called "buddy" or "dumb broad" or whatever. Like, maybe they weren't such a bad person! They just made a mistake! Why judge them for this ONE little incident when they might be totally nice in other situations? Why all the hate?
But when I started driving, I understood. People out there are fricken IDIOTS! No joke. My own insults were more colorful. "Dickhead" was a favorite. For men and women! And then my younger sister would get embarrassed and feel sorry for the people. "Just because she cut you off doesn't mean she's a 'dickhead,' does it?"
Oh, yes. It did mean that. Totally.
But then Lindsey grew up and learned to drive. I think she might be the worst of the three of us for getting that hate on. She cusses, she honks the horn, she flips people off. Oh, my!
She doesn't do these things unprovoked or anything. Only when dumbass mother fuckers really deserve it, I'm sure. ;-)
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