Have you ever done one of those things, usually a stupid thing, and you look back and you say to yourself “what was I thinking!”? I did one of those today.
I had just gotten out of work and was driving home. I was coming up on an intersection and heard a siren. Looking down the street, I saw a very large fire truck, lights and siren and all that, weaving through traffic coming to the same intersection. So I started slowing down. When I realized the fire truck and I were going to get to the intersection and roughly the same time, and I not knowing which way he was going to turn, I slowed to a stop before the intersection. As everyone knows you’re supposed to.
Everyone but the moron in the car behind me.
He starts laying on the horn and tries to drive into my trunk. I guess he figured if I wouldn’t move, he’d push me through the intersection. Note, at no time did he actually hit my car. The fire truck entered the intersection and after he did, I pulled forward and started moving. The moron decides to play “let’s see how close I can get to your bumper” and rides me to the next intersection.
We get to the next intersection and the light turns red just as I get to it. This is where the “what was I thinking?” comes in. I don’t like to be tailgated. I don’t like someone blowing their horn at me when I’m in the right. Before I knew what I was doing, I had put my car in park, gotten out, and walked back to the guys car (who was still behind me at the light). His window was already down and I proceeded to explain to him what a moron he was in using his horn instead of his eyes to see *why* I wasn’t moving, and then to draft me all the way to the next corner because he had been held up for 10 seconds or so.
He could see I wasn’t happy (I guess it was pretty obvious) and waved his hand out the window as to dismiss me. Having delivered my message, I went back to my car and drove off when the light turned green. He stayed a fair distance behind me before turning a corner a few intersections later.
After all this happened, I kept thinking “what did I just do?”. I have never done anything like that in the past, and I’ve been around some incredibly stupid drivers. Something this time just snapped in me, and it was almost like a reaction, out of my control. As I drove home, I kept asking myself why I did it. And what would I have done if he had reacted to my move. Or what if there had been 3 of them in the car…and they had been gangsters…with guns.
I’m not sure what I was thinking…
Oh, and then I stop at Albertson’s on the way home and one of the Pepsi Max 2 liters I was getting exploded on the moving-belt thingy at the checkout. Literally exploded. Sitting there one minute nice and peaceful, and the next minute *boom!!*, it’s on the floor behind the counter, and there’s Pepsi Max pretty much everywhere. Weird…