Monday Commute

Driving to work this morning was a challenge. You see, I had to be there at 7 AM. I have a long commute so I was up at 5 AM and running out the door. This wasn't the challenging part though. The challenge started about four miles from home. Traffic came to a screeching halt. *sigh* Not a good start to what is already going to be a long day.

After sitting in traffic for almost 45 minutes, and only making it four miles, traffic finally starts moving. I am passing slower traffic that is in the right lane (trucks that are still trying to get their speed up) as I have already reached 73 in a 70. Then suddenly the Ford truck behind, who's lights were already blinding me because my car is lower than his truck and his lights are at eye level, turns on his high beams and leaves them on! I blew it off, thinking that he bumped the switch somehow and doesn't know it. I am still passing a load of slower traffic. Not a two miles later the guy behind me start flashing his high beams on and off. I am still passing all the traffic in the right lane at a decent clip, as they are still working their speed up and finally starting to spread out so they can. The jerk keeps flashing his high beams. Now I can't blow it off. This man is just being a giant pecker head! Since I can yell, but he won't hear me, and I am not going to risk getting a ticket by going even faster, I slow down a little just to irritate him, and it worked! He was flipping me off, honking his horn, and being very animated from my view, compliments of my mirror. It was a good show. Very entertaining, and the first reason I had to smile so far.

I did finally move over after pinning him in for a few minutes behind me and the other guy in the right lane next to me, who was giving me a thumbs up because he could see Mr. Highbeam too.

I guess the moral of this story is this: We are all late to work, so cool your jets and relax. If you don't, you may be in the emergency you think you are having now when you go into cardiac arrest. If you really are having an emergency, call emergency services. When their lights flash I know it isn't because they are being asses.

Other people's children suck!