I drive 41 miles, one way, to work. I suffer from road rage. Except, I'm not a screaming, pull-my-hair-out kind of rager.
I'm like a CEO of the freeway.
Someone is in the passing lane driving 10 mph under the speed limit? I kindly come up behind them and say, "I don't understand what you are doing. Move your ass." If that does not deter them, I turn my lights on and scoot into the shoulder, just a smidge, as to show them they have a headlight on their tail. If they continue along the same pattern, I will switch lanes, get next to them and just look. That's it. Just looking at someone like they have the IQ of a sedimentary rock does much more mental damage then flipping them off and yelling obscenities.
Happy Thursday morning.
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