Okay, here I go, back down the yellow brick rage road. What is wrong with people? When did we become a culture of, “get out of my way, I am more important than you?”
Last week I was on my way to a much-needed haircut. I entered the left-hand turn lane and was sitting behind another car waiting for a green light.
The turn arrow lights green. Nothing happens. The car in front of me just sits there.
The windows are tinted so dark I cannot see who is in this car or what they are doing. Sadly, my first thought was, “Isn’t that illegal?” instead of “Are they okay?”
Now, I am not a honker. I give myself plenty of time to get where I’m going. But I admit that I was nanoseconds away from tapping my horn when the car behind me decided to play a rock concert on his.
As my life flashed before me, the driver in front opens his door, slowly gets out, and turned toward us. My first thought? I am dead meat.
Thankfully, he merely proceeded to delight us with a double-fisted middle-finger bird salute.
This is why I don’t honk. Too many people these days are two tacos short of a combo plate. As their door opened, I expected an AK47 to be pointed at my head. And I wasn’t the person who honked. How unbelievably sad is that?
Do any of you remember Sunday drives as a kid? After church and Sunday dinner, we would often hop in the old Bonneville boat and just go for a ride around town or through the country. My parents were anxious to see new housing developments, wave to neighbors enjoying their yards, and would most likely end with an ice cream cone from Bert T. Owens – the best ice cream ever.
Sometimes that drive would take us to a local park, Shadyside, or Mounds State Park for some hiking fun. Never, not ever, did I have a concern that being in public or waving to people might put us in harm. Never, not ever, did I dream that someday I would have to be cautious in my interactions with others.
On that haircut day, I told my stylist that I was glad I was old. Watching us implode as a society is gut-wrenching. He started to belly laugh saying he had never heard someone say they were happy to be old. But, in many ways, it is true.
I am old and please, no lectures. I value every moment I have left in this lifetime. I have loved and lost, laughed and cried, and worked hard and played hard. And until now, I have never lived in fear. It is frightfully sad this is a reality for those who will continue on.
But we have to keep smiling, right? And no, do not think I’m a little Miss Goody Two-shoes. I just wait for the right time to blow my cork. Once home, door closed and locked, I gave my own expletive deleted concert in honor of that jackass. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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