Earlier in the week I had to go into the Big City. It takes a little over an hour to drive to where I needed to be, but it’s an easy trip.
Well, it usually is.
This time, about 30 minutes from my destination, all traffic, in both lanes traveling west came to a complete stop. Every few minutes we would inch forward a few feet then stop again.
I got out my handy-dandy live traffic report app and discovered that a vehicle was stalled in the left-hand lane about two miles ahead of us. (The Mister was driving so I could navigate, and gawk at the other drivers)
The driver behind us apparently was having a total conniption from all the inconvenience this delay was causing. She was on her cell phone and it was obvious she was irate. She also made liberal use of her horn. As if honking at the other motorists would magically open up a spot for her to drive through unimpeded.
Once we eventually got to where the stalled truck (semi-truck actually) and a police cruiser were, the two lanes of traffic were attempting to merge into one lane in an orderly, albeit slow, fashion.
That was, all except Ms. Angry. She bolted up to the head of the left lane, passed the well-behaved and polite folk, and tried to elbow her way into the lane that was moving. Again with the horn…
All of this was happening at a major intersection.
Ms. Angry finally made it across two lanes of traffic into the open turn-lane and turned south at the light… only to barrel through the intersection in a maneuver that would impress any NASCAR driver and zoomed past the merging lines of traffic on the shoulder.
It was ballsy, rude and dangerous. I was gobsmacked. It reeked of entitlement.
If she had waited less than a minute she could have moved along with the rest of us without losing her mind. We caught up to her a few miles down the road, so her little temper tantrum really didn’t get her very far in the end.
I don’t understand people like that. All that anger and “me-first” attitude. Life is too short.
Take a breath, slow down, smell the flowers, it’s not all about you and any other platitudes that apply.
“You will never find a truly happy self-centered person. They simply don’t exist.” ~ Zig Ziglar
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