“It’s my turn!” I want to scream out the car window at the man crossing the road. “It’s my freakin’ turn!”
My blood begins to boil as my middle finger tries desperately to break away from my fist. Instead, my palm slams down on the hooter.
“It’s my bloody turn,” I hoot. “MINE!” Hoot. Hoot.
“It’s my turn!” I want to scream out the car window at the man crossing the road. “It’s my freakin’ turn!”
My blood begins to boil as my middle finger tries desperately to break away from my fist. Instead, my palm slams down on the hooter.
“It’s my bloody turn,” I hoot. “MINE!” Hoot. Hoot.
He just stares at me. Then he smiles. It’s that wicked, what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it kind of smile. He’s gone too far. I want to kill him.
If I take my foot off the brake, I think to myself, I can run him over. Nobody will ever blame me, I try convince myself. The light is green, after all. And everyone hates pedestrians.
I often suffer from road rage. I know it’s bad and I know I shouldn’t lose my temper but I can’t help it – pedestrians are evil. The way they slouch across the road. The way they give you that look. The way they think they have right of way all the time. It’s just too much for me.
And to make matters worse, the traffic department goes and puts up traffic lights. Now, I’m sure they thought it would be a good idea. I’m sure they thought it’d help congestion and make traffic run smoother.
But you know what thought did, right?
At least pedestrians are also having a hard time – I’ve never seen them move so fast. It makes my heart all warm and fuzzy when I see a group of school girls grab each other by the hand and bolt it across the road. I snigger in delight whenever I witness the "Hang on, I’m only half way across the road – how can the little man be turning red again?" look on a pedestrian’s face. Revenge, I tell you, really is sweet. That is, only when I’m behind the wheel.
