Wednesday, May 4, 2011


So, today I'm driving home from the gym and a driver, who is not only texting while driving, but also drinking what I am assuming is a coffee with about 5 names, cafe mocha vodka valium latte, or something similar, just cuts me off and darts into my lane.  I break, swerve a little, and let this idiot in.  I'm thinking I'm going to get the "oh, sorry, excuse me" wave, but instead this ass clown flips me off.  Really?  I should have taken my big, huge Sequoia and rammed it straight up his little Audi ass, but I didn't.  But I'm still pissed.  He thinks I was in the wrong?  I then realized, I completely understand road rage.  One of these days, this is going to happen, and I am going to hit the person, calmly walk up, drag them out of the car and beat them to a pulp.  Okay, I won't do that, but I will fantasize about doing it.
This is seriously the kind of thing that will bug me all day.  I wonder why I can't just let it go?  Why I think justice has to prevail in every situation?  Hmmm, one for the couch I suppose.