I have had it with mean drivers! And I’m petrified for my youngest, who’s recently obtained her permit. I’ve done the math: Her bad driving, plus strangers’ mean driving, equals multiple insurance claims.
Take my recent trip to Columbus, Ohio. In an effort to garner Favorite Aunt status, I drove six hours roundtrip to see a niece belt out “When You Wish Upon a Star” in her fifth-grade musical. I made the first leg without incident but hit trouble almost immediately during my return.
First, there were the three cars that refused to let me into their lane because I had not been duped into merging 2 miles earlier. Friends, it’s called a zipper merge because you are supposed to continue all the way to the point of the closure, not get over immediately while you are still five towns back. Pretending not to see me as they kissed the car butts in front of them was just plain mean. It’s not my fault you’re a sucker!
Next, there were the two obnoxious truckers who drove side-by-side at 7 mph for 20 frustrating minutes this side of the Indiana border. No construction, no emergencies and no one in front of them.What the flip? I honked my horn. I tried to go around. I even called their company numbers. All to no avail. Eventually, the semis moved on, but seriously? Why would they deliberately slow down traffic like that? Why? Because they are mean.
Look, I’ve got a new driver on the roads. She’s going to need patience and a wide berth from each of you. Please don’t be mean! I can’t afford it!
Peace out.
