Ever get "The Finger" given to you for whatever?

Oh yes. Back in the day a guy on a back road was riding my bumper. I stepped on my brakes. He had to slam on his brakes and swerve and came around me. Guess what I got as he passed.
You don't need the finger when my wife is in the car. Last week an idiot came straight out of a side road without checking clearance, I braked hard and swerved to avoid collision, my wife's glare at the recalcitrant was such that, her glare at the foolhardy driver would have melted a polar ice cap!
 

A major share of the murders seem to start with a minor incident that quickly spirals out of control.
I'm glad I just grouse and grumble, as much as possible only to myself.

Today I was out doing a few chores then driving home. I'm at a red light and a Bozo driving one of those Big Tops comes up close behind me and then leans on the horn like I'm asleep or something. "Turn on red" is a thing here, but not when somebody is in the pedestrian crossing in a wheelchair in the misting rain. Jacked Up Jack (or Jill) wouldn't be able to see whether the crossing was clear or not.

I'm beginning to think truck sales lots are a form of IQ test.
 
Not a lot, but the most recent was a guy on a loud Harley, riding the rear bumper of my truck. This was on a local secondary highway, double line down the center. I was driving at the speed limit, he seemed to want to go faster. Gave me the finger and a scowl as he passed me. Oh well.
 

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