OK. So life has been pretty shite for me lately. Things have not been easy or simple or calm. Therefore, isn’t it understandable that I might have a few things on my mind? I may be a little distracted by, oh I don’t know, my mom’s cancer or not being able to spend much time with my kids or having a house full of people (who I love very much, btw) or by my 6-year-old’s sudden question from the backseat on the way to her soccer game, “Mommy, when is Gramma coming home ’cause I really miss her?”
All of this is to ask The Road Rage Dude in the convertible Mercedes to please cut me some slack. Yes, I admit, I didn’t see your left turn signal right away and I started to move into the intersection. I think I may have been temporarily blinded by the sudden tears welling up in my eyes knowing that my daughter’s question was too hard to answer.
And I did stop and wave an apology when I realized my mistake but this obviously wasn’t enough for you in your fancy car and designer suit. You had to flip me the bird and yell at me over your windshield. Did it occur to you that maybe I was having a bad day? Or that a minor traffic hiccup pales in comparison to so many bigger, more important things like life and death or suffering or love? Did you ever think about that?!
Probably not.
Yup. Been there done that. I actually went right through a red light and almost got hit.
Hubby was always checking my mood before I’d head out the door with the car keys in hand. Reminding me to slow down and to concentrate on my driving when I was driving.
Yes indeed. I remember that.