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Ladies Chasin' My Tail
Sep. 3rd, 2013 10:20 pmAfter going for my first run since the softball injury, which seems to be healing well, I went to Wal-Mart to get some stuff. There is a back way to get there, which involves a winding road through a pretty stretch of woods. The speed limit is 35 MPH, which I know well because it was there that I got my last speeding ticket a few years ago. It's a gradual downhill and if you coast down, you will exceed the speed limit, which is exactly what happened. The city has since put up extra speed limit signs along the way to remind folks. Since the ticket, I have made it a point to do the speed limit down that stretch.
On my way there, I had an overweight woman in a large SUV hugging my bumper pretty much the whole way down. That in itself was bad enough, but she had a small child in a car seat in the back and she constant was looking in her rear view mirror to check on him. This means that her attention was not always on me while she hovered so close to my butt. Luckily, I lost her at a red light, and I went on to get some groceries.
However, on the way home, an even more aggressive driver pushed her SUV as close to me as possible. I was dreading this one as I came up to the light to turn down that familiar stretch of back road. Her turn signal went on and I knew she was not going to enjoy being behind me. She got as close to me as she possibly could, turning every so slightly to look around me, which was pointless because there was NO ONE ahead of me.
I looked into my rearview mirror and saw her doing that rotation gesture with her hand that signifies "hurry up" or "move on." I was unfazed. At this point, the rudeness of her and the previous chaser had made me not give two $#!+$ about her gesture though I was half-tempted to give her one of my own. Being the classy hillbilly I am, I refrained.
Eventually, we ended up at the next light to turn left. I looked again at her in my rearview mirror just in time to see this old witch mouth "@$$hole" toward me.
I smiled back her, thinking "Okay, bitch, that just cost you another five miles per hour."
Turning left, I gingerly hit the accelerator and laid off as soon as my car hit 30 MPH in the 35 MPH zone. She was right behind me for just another block before she turned off to the local technical college. I inferred that she must have been late for class, either as a student or, ugh, an instructor.
It didn't really upset me very much. I'm learning to smile about these sorts of incidents, especially when driving down that stretch of road. Though there are some days I really wish there was a cop waiting around the corner to see the other drivers on my butt.
On my way there, I had an overweight woman in a large SUV hugging my bumper pretty much the whole way down. That in itself was bad enough, but she had a small child in a car seat in the back and she constant was looking in her rear view mirror to check on him. This means that her attention was not always on me while she hovered so close to my butt. Luckily, I lost her at a red light, and I went on to get some groceries.
However, on the way home, an even more aggressive driver pushed her SUV as close to me as possible. I was dreading this one as I came up to the light to turn down that familiar stretch of back road. Her turn signal went on and I knew she was not going to enjoy being behind me. She got as close to me as she possibly could, turning every so slightly to look around me, which was pointless because there was NO ONE ahead of me.
I looked into my rearview mirror and saw her doing that rotation gesture with her hand that signifies "hurry up" or "move on." I was unfazed. At this point, the rudeness of her and the previous chaser had made me not give two $#!+$ about her gesture though I was half-tempted to give her one of my own. Being the classy hillbilly I am, I refrained.
Eventually, we ended up at the next light to turn left. I looked again at her in my rearview mirror just in time to see this old witch mouth "@$$hole" toward me.
I smiled back her, thinking "Okay, bitch, that just cost you another five miles per hour."
Turning left, I gingerly hit the accelerator and laid off as soon as my car hit 30 MPH in the 35 MPH zone. She was right behind me for just another block before she turned off to the local technical college. I inferred that she must have been late for class, either as a student or, ugh, an instructor.
It didn't really upset me very much. I'm learning to smile about these sorts of incidents, especially when driving down that stretch of road. Though there are some days I really wish there was a cop waiting around the corner to see the other drivers on my butt.
