I think that it’s safe to say that I’m not alone in my assumption that I’m the only one on the face of the planet who doesn’t drive like a bleeding idiot. That is to say, each of us thinks at one point or another – and may even vocalize out loud – that we are the only people capable of competently operating a motor vehicle.
This morning, I almost got into a car accident and if I had, it would have been through no fault of my own.
I was driving home from dropping Josh off from work. I was cruising in the left lane when I saw a line of cars ahead of me, waiting to turn left to get onto the interstate. I decided to move over to the right lane so I wouldn’t get stuck behind the row of cars turning. I flipped on my blinker like a responsible driver and made my move. I safely reached the right lane and continued on my way. I was approaching an intersection and the light was green. Right as I was moving under the traffic light, a car zoomed DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME. It was turning left from the opposite direction, and the line of cars waiting to turn onto the interstate had blocked the offending car’s line of vision. They didn’t have a green arrow to turn; just a green light and there had been a gap in traffic between myself and the car in front of me so I’m sure they thought they could cross the intersection REALLYFAST and everything would be fine.
Everything was thisclose to not being fine. I literally had to slam on my brakes, and I also laid on my horn. They passed in front of me and went on their merry way and I was overcome with the overwhelming urge to completely abandon my route and follow them. I was filled with anger and I wanted to drive behind them, run them off the road, pull them out of the car and beat their asses, yelling, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? I HAVE A BABY IN MY CAR. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??”
Now, I am guilty of yelling at people and calling them lots of colorful words. I don’t usually flip people off where they can see it, because I’m paranoid that some crazy bastard will pull out a gun and shoot me. However, since becoming a mother my road rage has reached all new levels. I’ve had a few close calls with other cars, and each time I am overcome with a sense of outrage that makes me want to drag their stupid asses out and yell at them until I’m blue in the face.
How DARE these people drive so recklessly? Some of us have very, very precious cargo in tow. Don’t they realize that?
I guess it’s a whole “protective mama bear” thing. I still want to track down that stupid dark green Jeep, find the driver, and punch them in the eyeball.