I am only 17 years old,
but I have the rode rage of a 40 year old man late for work.
When I drive from point A to point B.
I am driving down the road and someone cuts me off, and all the
rage begins.
Slamming on the brakes, laying on the horn, cussing and yelling.
All of it in a matter of about 15 seconds.
How could this person that I don’t even know do such a thing to me.
I am very surprised I have not killed myself or someone else driving .
I have never had a ticket
and never got into a wreck.
O boy here comes another right behind me.
He gets so close I cant see his head lights.
Grrrrrrrrrr, I tell my self.
I chuckle and tell my self in a devilish evil voice.
“lets teach him a lesson”
ha ha ha ha ha!!!!
I keep going and he does not back off
eeeerrrrcccccchhhhhhhhhhh
I slam on the brakes.
As I get going again.
I believe he has learned his lesson he stays back.
A few more miles and here is a dummy
that is deciding to drive in the middle of the road with a
flat tire.
I honk and honk, but do you think he moves
over?
NO HE DOSE NOT MOVE OVER!!!!
I fallow him about another 2 miles or so
and I can finely pass him
as I do I give him the finger.
And hopefully next time he will learn to pull over.
I reach the town I need to be in
Bloomfield Iowa.
Finely I can get to the house and I wont
have to drive anymore.
5 blocks away going good
4 blocks away still good
3 blocks away doing good
2 blocks away and some jerk pulls out in front of me.
And I fallow him..
around this corner and that one to.
Through this stop sign and that stop light.
He pulls into a parking lot.
I get out and start yelling at him.
WHAT THE HEAK MAKES IT OK TO PULL OUT IN FRONT
OF SOMEONE YOU COULD
SEE WAS COMING???!!!!
he just looked at me like I am stupid or something.
He then points to his ears and then
waves his hand in front of his neck then
I realize this poor man is deaf and I fallowed
him 20 blocks from where I originally
need to be.
I just turned away and left.
I get there and I shut off my vehicle and just sit there for about
5 min or so and then I tell myself
“Boy do I have some serious road rage problems”.
As I walk inside everyone is sitting there and
my sister asked me
“Geez what took you so long to get here”?
I think to myself.....
do I tell them or do I keep my angry road side to myself
“I just got a late start”.
4 hours latter and time to go back home.
Fun fun
the hell begins again