10.13.2011

My Date With the Paparazzi

I consider myself a pretty safe driver. 

I go the speed limit...or close to it.

I always wear my seatbelt.

I stop when I am supposed to. 

I don't typically have road rage.   

What?   I really don't.  I'm truly not in THAT big of a hurry to get anywhere. 

Yes there are some times that I am in a little bit of a hurry and I get stuck behind Gramps who can barely see over the steering wheel...so much so that when you look in your rearview mirror, all you see are a hat and knuckles.  OR the person that's talking on their cell phone NOT paying attention and slows down because they don't know where they are going.  Yes, these things annoy me...

But for the most part...I am pretty Zen with my driving (the one aspect of my life that I am actually ZEN with).

HOWEVER-
There is one circumstance that brings out the uncaged female tiger in me....when other people have road rage. 

That's right folks...I have road rage when other people have road rage.   I have road rage rage. 

Tonight, I was on my way home from food shopping.  I was turning left in a very busy intersection. As I pulled up to the intersection, the light started to changed and I STOPPED (OH THE HORROR).  You would think I almost hit an old lady holding a baby and a puppy because the man behind me laid on his horn for a RIDICULOUS amount of time......seriously...like 30 sec!!!  Then I watched him proceed to have what looked like a seizure in his front seat....only he wasn't having a seizure....HE WAS YELLING at me...IN HIS CAR...WITH HIS WINDOWS ROLLED UP.  So actually, that big tough man was yelling at himself (these are youtube type moments).

Guess what buddy...I am NOT speeding through this intersection....I have a baby at home!  How do I know the other cars won't jump the light?!?!   Not a chance I am taking!

I looked back at him and all I saw was RED.....I GOT SO ANGRY!!!! I pictured getting out of my car and going all FIGHT CLUB on his ass. 

When the light turned green, I started to turn.....he cut me off on the right and as he was passing and giving me that look, I began waving at him like I knew him.  For one brief second, I could tell I startled him and he instantly tried to scan his memory to see if we knew each other....and after he decided he didn't he took his car and swerved it into my lane....LIKE A MATURE ADULT. 

My favorite part of this story....his license plate said "NYP"....NEW YORK PRESS. 

So this was my dangerous run in with the PAPARAZZI! 

Seriously...who wants my autograph?!?!

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