Road Rage

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem so, here goes: I have road rage. Not a minor case, but a full blown addiction. My road rage goes beyond the occasional honking of the horn. I blast the hell out of that sucker! I scream in my car as if the person can hear me, I slow down for people who find it cool to tail me and I tail those who are going WAY below the speed limit (BTW- it is NOT acceptable for you to drive 40 in a 55 unless you have your hazards on and it's a thunder/hail/snow storm).

I will freely admit that some things happen on the road that are completely my fault. For instance, yesterday I looked at my passenger seat for a second and when I looked up, I realized I was too close for comfort to the car in front of me and SLAMMED on my brakes, causing the guy behind me to slam on his. OK, MY BAD!!! He deserved to curse me out for that. But there are things that totally grind my gears that make me want to run someone over. This morning is the perfect example.

I am a firm believer in the right of the pedestrian. Shoot, until a few years ago, I used to be one! Jay-walking was my favorite past time as well as standing on the yellow lines. However, not if it was going to get me killed. If I have the light, you best believe, I WILL go! I work in Washington, D.C. and they have the coolest thing. The crosswalks don't just have the regular signs that tell you to walk or stay, they also have timers that tell you how much longer you have before the light changes. Once that clock says zero, my foot is already off my brake. Cue the random white girl who decides to WALTZ across the street while I have the green! Run, girl! I honk my horn and she doesn't as much as look in my direction, which further pisses me off. She persists in walking gingerly across the street, as I resist the urge to mash out in my sapphire blue Honda and run her behind over and keep driving with no remorse.

Pedestrians do have the right-of-way, but only when the light for drivers is red. Once it says green, the cars have the right to do what they were meant to do- drive. So for all you people out there who walk, don't come in front of my car. I was nice once, I am not so sure I will be that nice again. If your legs mean anything to you, then run!