Sunday, December 09, 2007

Road Rage



Hubby, Buttons and I were doing some Christmas shopping yesterday (Saturday) so we expected some crowds, cranky retail employees, parking space frenzies and perhaps even a little road rage. We live in a fairly busy area but rage happens*. However, Hubby and I were surprised by this particular incident of RR with a very angry man in a very large pick-up truck (black Dodge with the ram on it).

We were waiting in a left-hand turn lane for a green arrow to join the highway home. Hubby was driving and the light had his focus. We both saw the light change to green and were behind two or three cars waiting our turn when the guy in the pick-up honked. What? Where can we go dude? Are we going to drive over these cars? When we looked behind us the guy was having a total road rage meltdown. His face was red, hands waving in the air, what I imagine to be expletives firing out of his mouth. He was having a freakin' road rage tantrum. Why?

I understand we all have different timers for the horn honk at the car in front of us when the light turns green and we assume the driver has spaced. I've spaced and had the polite beep, the slightly long irritated honk and the person who waited much more patiently than I would have and didn't tap their horn at all (thank you, by the way). I'm more than happy to do the "oops, I spaced and I'm sorry" wave and get my butt (and car) in gear. I've also tapped my horn more than once when people don't see the green. I know I'm a bit more irritated when the person is busy doing their make-up or talking on the phone, but that's not my main irritation on the road.

Hubby and I have different driving styles and tolerances (he being the more tolerant one) but we both agreed that we were the most surprised by this honk-n-rage than any other we've received over our driving lifetimes. This is an honor previously held by a driver in a Ralph's parking lot in San Diego who gave the finger after parking space related issue that was no fault of ours.

If a honk is deserved, feel free to give it to me. I can take it. However Mr. Ram-tough, perhaps you need some anger management classes, driver's etiquette lessons or maybe just a good old-fashioned spanking.



*Hubby and I have driven in places like San Diego, LA, San Francisco, New York City (ok, once), Philadelphia, Detroit, Chicago, Madrid and a few other large cities. We haven't driven in Boston, but we've had our share of crazy, impatient drivers.

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8 Comments:

At December 9, 2007 at 11:18 AM, Blogger THE KNITORIOUS MRS. B said...

More and more I've encountered less and less road courtesy. Sorry this had to happen to you. Bet if he had a few rows of yarn to knit he'd be a more mellow fellow!

Ah! I feel a poem coming on!

There once was a fellow not mellow,

who started to honk his horn and bellow,

Though the road is not his, he sure acts like it is,

But without his big truck he's just yellow!



Hope this helped!

 
At December 9, 2007 at 5:43 PM, Blogger Katie J said...

Thanks Mrs. B! I love poems!

 
At December 9, 2007 at 8:13 PM, Blogger Tammy said...

Crazy isn't it? Well, even the playground bully grows up and gets his/her license (and apparently he drives a Ram truck).

Just be glad you're not his wife. Bet he's a real sweetheart.

 
At December 10, 2007 at 2:40 PM, Blogger Robin said...

That's scary. I don't usually use my horn at all, but Jim will tap it if someone is sitting. He's quite a bit less patient than I am and it always makes me nervous.

 
At December 10, 2007 at 6:07 PM, Blogger wzgirl said...

Dude. I get the rage on a daily basis with my Hell Commute. Some days I can roll with it and others I frustrate myself by trying to understand it. It is weird how people "change" when they are in their protective shell that is known as a car. Noticed the huge difference returning to our large city from the small island in Mexico - no rage there. I like that better.

 
At December 12, 2007 at 10:45 PM, Blogger theghelertertwins.blogspot.com said...

What a total jack-ass! I experience every Monday on the capital beltway. It truly sucks.

 
At December 15, 2007 at 9:12 PM, Anonymous rev K said...

My New York hubby and I just moved out to Nebraska. Just tonight he was commenting how totally amazed he is that people here never honk their horns at him when he is slow at a light. He thought everyone was like they are where he grew up.

I hadn't noticed the difference since I grew up in a small town in Oregon.

 
At December 16, 2007 at 12:14 PM, Blogger Moppott said...

The driving act that sets MY roadrage in motion is as follows:
You are driving an appropriate distance from the car in front of you and...BAM...here come Leadfoot screaming into that car's length space in front of you, at which time he puts on his blinker for a half-second and slams on his brake, only to turn in front of you!
Happy Holidays, all!!!

 

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