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So I was up bright and early this morning
because I had to take Mom to her doctor's appointment. I'm my usual
mellow, not-a-care-in-the-world self as I'm heading down the 110 highway
to merge into the 10 East. I'm in the
far right lane and there's an open lane next to me (hell, it was too early for
traffic on a Saturday morning). Anyway, this Honda Civic EX (mini-sedan
looking type) comes blazing out of nowhere and sits smack on my car's ass!
If I tapped the brakes, the guy would have been in my back seat wishing me a
good morning :/ Okay....the lane next to me is EMPTY yet he's
still sitting on my backside. I slow down so he can get the hint to go
around if he's in a hurry. No dice. He flips on his parking lights
and they are a neon blue color and vibrates/fluctuates colors so the damn things
are winking like a neon sign. I'm coming up on the merge lane so I guess I
got a bit of road rage at this point (it was the lights damnit!), downshifted to
fourth gear, and punched it into the hairpin (30 mph zone) turn. As I did
this, I let out my usual "whoo hooo!" howl and had the most evil grin
plastered on my mug (face, that is) while I'm glaring at this guy in my rear
view mirror. My Mom looks over at me with wide-eyed horror, shakes her
head, and asks, "I was a good mother, wasn't I?" I had to
laugh :) as I watched the Honda fade in my mirror then glanced over at my
Mom. I know I have New Mexico plates on and the California (LA in
particular) drivers give me NO love, but damn.... Yeah....I need
therapy :)
Steph
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