I was innocently making a trip to the nursery the other day – an emergency plant run – when passing a local supermarket, this older (but not elderly) couple pulled right out in front of me. The driver had apparently checked his side and seeing nothing, decided “gang way” without looking to starboard. I jammed on the brakes, and with squealing tires and some just a bit of indignant horn-blowing, managed to elicit what I could only discern as a “stop” hand sign from the passenger side. Really? I, driving down the street, had an obligation to stop so they could pull out at their leisure? Fortunately, we came together at the next red light. I gave them my very best stern stare, something that I’ve appropriated from Ellen Degeneres and usually works well in these situations, but they didn’t make eye contact, so I’m not totally sure my point was made. Continue reading “Driving Offensively”
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