Male Drivers. Ugh.

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So the light ahead had just turned red.  There are already some cars stopping in front of me.  I’m a few hundred yards off, starting to coast.  The guy behind me decides it’s a great time to tailgate me because now I’m only doing the speed limit and slowing down for the red signal.  It only lasts a few seconds, as he floors it and zooms into the left lane once he has enough room.  Engine strained to the maximum, he has barely enough time to cut back in front of me and jam on the brakes of his manly PT Cruiser to stop for the light.  Whatevs.  Glad I wasn’t turning right, because he blocked the entrance to that lane as well.

For icing on his big boy cake, he decides to make eye contact in his mirror, just to make sure that I realize that he has more testosterone than me, apparently.  I give him a very polite golf clap, to recognize his grand accomplishment of wasting gas and brake pads in order to wait one car farther up at the light.  To be fair, that may have been the high point of his day, so I suppose I should have just let him enjoy it.  Instead, he opted to increase his testosterone levels even more with a single digit gesture.  I smiled and snickered to myself as we waited a few more seconds for the light to finally turn green.  He did manage to weave around a couple more drivers who were only doing a little over the 35 mph speed limit in the residential area, before he got stuck at the next light.   I had to turn, but I hoped he’d finally make a green light and have a special moment enjoying his thrill of the week!  Maybe I just need to have my testosterone checked?  And now that Illinois has just issued concealed carry permits, I suppose there should be no more golf claps for road ragers in the future…

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  1. Heather (murphydog77) March 11, 2014
  2. Julie Abel-Gregory March 10, 2014
  3. joy March 10, 2014