That's Crazy
Before the phrase, 'road rage', was born, people simply frowned and tooted their horns. I was so engaged with something, and saw no cause for alarm. I saw no danger in front or behind, and sought for no one's harm. No, I'm not speaking of hair-do sessions, or sleepers at the wheel. I was not falling asleep, nor was I annoyed by a utility bill.
I must let you know what I did some 30 plus years ago. I was indeed minding my own business, but in an unsafe kind of way. I wasn't breaking any laws, but another driver was filled with dismay. As he passed by and looked my way, I must have really upset him big time. As I was heading south, he yelled out at me as if I was committing a crime.
I really can't complaint, because I was doing enough to blow anybody's mind. He had every right to yell at me, because I was clearly wrong and out of line. You see, I was a bi-vocational person and had another job that occupied my nights. I was driving, reading, and taking notes; and all would agree, that was not very bright. So when the driver in the next lane yelled, "That's crazy!", I never tried to put up a fight. I simply agreed with him, put down my book and yelled back, "Thank you, you're right!"
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Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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