Driving home tonight minding my own bidness. I'm a very good driver when I'm wearing my Kmart underwear. Anyway I'm defensive. I can't even remember the last time I got into road rage w/ someone, b/c "it takes 2 to tango" and I don't do tango. Driving... there are crazy ppl it's inevitable, you can't avoid them. I ignore them. B/c I don't give a fuck if someone gets in front of me, who gives a shit? I'll be delayed by 1 second? pfft.
Case in point:
A car pulled out right out in front of me, fortunately I saw that coming, could tell the guy was just going to go. Rapidly slowed, it was a close run thing. I didn't honk my horn or shake my fists or do anything. Then the guy just stomped on his brake. So I stopped, put on my blinker to go around im. Then he switched into my lane some, put down his window and started cussing me
I have absolutely no idea what I did to that guy. gesh. Maybe he didn't notice he'd pulled right out in front of a car doing 60mph, looked into his rearview and thought I got too close to im? Was he pissed off that he'd pulled out in front of me?
I was amused. Driving home is so boring. Arrive alive. For Christmas I'm going to ask Santa for a dashcam so I can upload crazy stuff like ths
