Metamorphosis

Something happens to (most) people when they get behind the wheel of an automobile. Normally passive, polite, courteous people become demons when they get into the driver's seat. Yesterday on the way home, there was a car in the left lane with a truck barrelling towards it. There was not one thing in the right lane around these two autos. Instead of getting over in the right lane and passing the slower car, the truck stayed inches behind the car, constantly braking (I guess so he wouldn't hit the car while still making his point). Turns out the car was turning left a bit farther up the road. If the truck would have just moved over (yes, I know passing on the right is an overall no-no) and passed the car, everything would have been alright. Instead, he had to flex his gasoline-fueled muscles and make a point. But what point? That he's an ass? That's the point he made to me.

However, I think that I do the same thing. Well, my husband would completely confirm that and challenge my use of the words "I think"...even though he is not here as I write this, I will acquiesce to him and admit, yes, I know I do the same thing.


So, hey, all of us asses out there: let's try to take it easy on the road. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. It's not a race to the finish line. I hate being in the car more than anyone I know, so if I can do it, I know you can, too.