...in which I'm unkind to other drivers.
Them of you as have ridden with me (and I realize that’s close to none of ya) know that I’m a temperamental driver. I tend to yell things at people as I drive; I have never used a car horn, because it has always seemed a bit clichéd to me, but I do enjoy a well-phrased insult. But, you know, I have no loudspeaker on my truck, so mostly none of these things get heard by anyone but me. This seems like a terrible waste.
So I’m starting a new feature here on LJ, which I am tentatively calling my “Road Rage Log” until I can find a more creative title (feel free to offer suggestions) and if I say anything while driving (which, after all, I am now driving several hours every day), I’ll come report it to you folks, and that way it won’t just disappear down the memory hole.
Today’s entry came while sitting at a stop light. The guy in front of me was driving a car with a big-ass Jesus fish across the trunk. Seriously big. It was about two feet long. “Another goddamned Born-Again,” I’m thinking, “this town is so fucking full of ‘em.” But then the light changed and he just sat there. Now, I’m delivering a pizza here and time is rather of the essence, and so I yell this out the window:
“I know your mind is on the next world,
but do you think you could please spare a little attention
for the traffic lights in this one?”