I was driving (slowly, I might add) through the parking garage at work. Some douche came screaming around the corner, nearly causing a head-on collision.
He LAUGHED as he slammed on his brakes and swerved to miss me.
I got out of the car and said, “What the fuck, asshole?”
His look of elation switched to fear as he rolled up the window and slowly crept away. I’m not an intimidating person, but I was pissed. So many people floor it through that parking garage and narrowly miss accidents of stupidity. It’s a dark parking garage. I spun around as he drove off, raising my middle finger toward the sky like a candle.
It’s not that I have road rage. It’s more that I am concerned for my own safety (and that of others) – perhaps to a fault. I’m sort of wishing I could just line the floor of that parking garage with speed bumps – the kind that will cause your timing belt to snap (I’ve driven over one of these before – they are taller and wider than most – if your timing belt doesn’t snap, your car WILL, at the very least, bottom out with a painful scra-aaa-aaaaaape).
I don’t know. I hate how other people drive. I just can’t get over it.
