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Just a little hand wave...

So the other day I escaped the confines of my office in search of nutrition. I do this. On a regular basis as it turns out. But that's not the point of this little story.

See, I was in the truck. (Picture below courtesy of the manufacturer website.) The beautiful, cranberry red bad ass truck we bought awhile back that makes hubby (the not car guy) smile every time he gets in it, and serves as the workhorse we didn't even realize we needed around our house. We haul a lot of stuff in, a lot of stuff out, enjoy outdoor stuff that benefits from having a truck around, and so on.

But I digress.


 
Hubby was out of town for a few days, so I was driving the truck. I love the truck. It makes a really cool growl-y sound when you accelerate. You can feel it in your butt, and there's something way cool about that.

I'm digressing again.

Anyway, I'm minding the speed limit, making my way to lunch, when this deranged, over caffeinated, aggressive driving person, whose left turn signal is on, veers right over into my lane. Right in front of me. And I'm driving the truck, so he's not a real sharp individual, 'cuz the truck could simply squash his generously bestickered, old black Cutlass. Flat. 

He must not have seen me. Could have been all the stickers in his back window blocking his view.

He must, in his constant, head swiveling, deranged way, have just missed the enormous machine behind him.

That's it. Because if he'd been angling to save time on his journey to wherever..he didn't. He veered, then slowed right in front of me. After I nearly had a heart attack. Really, I don't care too much about his car. I do, however, care very much about the truck (I may be superficial that way), and if he'd as much as almost grazed it, I would have lost my cool. And then maybe had to jump out and yell a little. But he was kinda scary in a head-shaved, double-earringed, tattoed on his neck kind of way, so maybe not...it's hard to say.

Ok, so I'm not a violent person, but bad drivers really tee me off. Is it so hard to be a little more aware out there, and maybe, just maybe, a little nicer? A little hand wave, a little acknowledgment that he'd erred, owned up to it, and moved on. That's all it would have taken.
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