On the way home from picking Jaden up from a birthday party this evening … I had a confrontation with road rage.
I decided to take the back roads home. Maple Ave is one of those streets where the speed limit is 25 however if feels like you should be going 35 or 45 down this road. It’s a speed trap. So I always make sure I don’t go over 33 in this area. Well I came up behind this guy that is going 23 … seriously!?! It’s already feels like a snail’s pace going 25 … can we please go the limit?
I don’t think I was all that close behind the guy … but all of a sudden the guy dropped to 10 mph. TEN! as in one zero .. ten miles an hour! The little old lady that lives on our block that only goes to the Piggly Wiggly and back goes faster than 10 mph.
I’ll be honest … at this point I started to ride the back of this guy a little. It was getting a little out of control. I thought about passing him but it was a no pass zone and there are usually cops on the road so I didn’t want to get a ticket. We drove on like this for a bit until he hit his break and (get this) STOPS in the road. I laid on my horn. I couldn’t handle it!
At this point, Jaden asked what was wrong and I said the man in front of me was picking a fight. Now mind you, I never once yelled, flipped my finger, or said anything mean about the guy. I was pretty proud at just how calm I had stayed. Jaden was in the car, I had to have some class…
But this got me thinking … there are people in this world who just get a kick out of making things difficult for other people. They, for no other reason than to bug the crap out of others, are difficult. They pick fights. They stand in the way of something you want to accomplish. Tonight it was to get home from Flabbergast (less than a mile away from my house) in under 30 mins! Other times it might be a boss who always tells you that you can’t or a friend who refuses to find a compromise.
Regardless, how do you react to the slow cars on the road? Do you give into your road rage? Yell, scream, throw a fit. Do you try to rise above the rest? Do you just cruise by them and let them eat your dust?
For me, I think it matters who is watching (just being honest …) or who is being my slow car. If it’s my husband I tend to lose all class and have a fight. If it’s with my mother, I am more willing to bite my tongue, ease off the gas and give her some space. She is mom after all …
Who are your ‘slow cars’? When you finally turn down another road are you proud of your actions and how to handled the frustration? What would you have done differently? If your children were watching, would you have been more willing to keep your cool? Just something to think about …