Road Rage

As my close friends will be aware, I suffer quite badly from road rage - especially if someone is tailgating me, or if someone cuts me up. They are the worst culprits. However, this morning I experienced the other side of said affliction.

I was a victim of road rage - but not in the reactive sense of the word. I caused someone else to have road rage.

I was driving along minding my own business, when the sign said that the left lane would end - I had a suspicion it might do so, but I still chose to start in the left lane. My first error. Man in clapped out red Ford let the guy in front of me in, so I assumed that as he was positioned behind me, I should be let in as well. But no - as I merged, he sped up, and my bum narrowly missed his left headlight. Beeping ensued - from him - as well as some rather vicious pointing, tailgating and swearing, all of which I observed in my rear view mirror.

But did I retaliate? No. Did I even get upset? Only a little, and it was only in the 'he's picking on me and I'm a big girl' kind of way. I calmly carried on driving, and ignored him. **I applaud myself**

But my restraint didn't stop there - oh no... He later caught me up, and overtook me on a very dangerous part of the road, and pointed and yelled some more. And I ignored him again! Yay me!!

I'm thinking all of this was possible because I hadn't yet had my morning coffee. So, in future, I shall make a concerted effort to only drive into work when I'm slightly tired and lacking caffeine.