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I've Had Enough!

One of my many pet peeves is STUPID drivers. That includes anyone who tailgates, runs red lights, blocks intersections, cuts off other drivers, driving too fast, and those who cannot seem to talk on a cell phone and drive at the same time.

This afternoon, I waited through three traffic lights at Orange Ave. and South St. All was well; it was, after all, quarter past five. Just as I was about to turn left, a white Chevy Cavalier cut me off as he “merged” into my lane from the straight only lane. No half-hearted thank you wave. No nod of the head. No “I’m sorry” look.

I had enough! I rolled down my window (his was open) and yelled as loudly as I could: “Get off the phone so you can drive!” He looked at me open-mouthed and continued his conversation, but I know he heard me. And I felt better.

Today’s bliss: ~ a reaffirming phone conversation with my brother ~ homemade macaroni & cheese for dinner ~ a poignant epiphany ~ shopping at Barnes & Noble with a gift card

Comments

Christy said…
oooo girl! I'm a stickler for turning-signal use, too. Stupid drivers really get to me too!

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