I may have mentioned before that I have a long commute. Because of this I have possibly more than my fair share of traffic related rants in my arsenal.
Today it became very clear to me that I have some anger issues with the BMW driver.
Why? Well, let’s recap this morning’s events, shall we?
I have a four mile stretch of road that is driven twice a day that goes through a suburban downtown area. This area has been on the “revitalization” track over the past two years – causing gridlock on this little stretch of road on a regular basis due to construction insanity.
Right now eight lanes of traffic are being whittled down to two – because they’re repaving the road. I’m glad that repaving is taking place as the multitude of potholes was getting obnoxious – but TWO LANES????
This morning while I watched the light change from red to green to yellow and back to red again (without moving my car a single inch) I saw a station wagon inch up the shoulder on my right – BEHIND the construction cones. This vehicle then made a sharp turn into the six inches between me and the bumper ahead of me – and then they gave me a little wave out their window.
The vehicle? Yes, that would be BMW.
Seriously fellow driver (aka Cutter-in-Line), I only let you in because you gave me no choice. I’ve been listening to the futile honking of horns for 15 minutes. I want YOU to wait in line and experience this fun just as much I AM. (And just a note: your little wave infuriated me. Passive-aggressive much?)
So – win #1 for The Beemer.
I wouldn’t get all uppity – except then my lane disappeared and I had to merge into the one on my left. The person who wasn’t going to let me in? Oh yeah – BEEMER.
I’m only slightly ashamed to say I muscled my way in.
Let’s just chalk a win up to me – even if it wasn’t earned with sportsmanship or good humor.
(It was right about this time when I got cut off again by a different BMW.)
Commuting is turning into more and more into a TRON race these days. It’s kill or be killed.
My vote: make it home alive and sane.
I realize that’s pushing it – but it’s all I’ve got.