Road Rage

A few days ago, I was driving home on I20 in the left hand lane. Somebody cut the person off behind me and ended up driving right up close to my bumper. I hate when cars do that, but I have been trying to be a safer driver lately and not brake checking like I used to! I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the truck that was cut off driving on the left hand shoulder trying to pass the jerk who was still just inches from hitting me.The car behind me jerked over onto the shoulder in order to keep the other car from passing. Now BOTH cars were on the shoulder of I20, going 80 mph.

I was incredibly nervous because I'm a timid driver as it is, and adding these idiots into the mix was just making it a million times worse. They continued to jump from left lane to right lane back to left lane and to the shoulder as if they were racecars drafting. At one point, they drove directly next to each other. Both had their windows down, and I can only guess that they were screaming obscenities at each other.

Luckily, my exit was soon, and I got off the interstate quickly, breathing a huge sigh of relief when I was out of their way. And that's when I got really angry about what happened. Whether someone cut you off or not, there is no excuse for driving like that. We were going 80 miles an hour! There is no place more dangerous to drive like that. It really upsets me when people risk not only their lives but all the other drivers' lives just because they are mad.

I guess people not knowing how to drive will be a problem we have forever. Word to the wise:  If you need to get somewhere at a certain time, leave early.

Old, Crappy Flip Flops

I got to drive to Mansfield twice last week to go to the courthouse for work. I love going to the courthouse because I can get a lot done. It's very calming getting to drive the hour there and back, too. Plus if I get finished with my work for the day early, I get to go home for the day! It made for a really great week.

While I was there, I had to go downstairs to get a few older documents. I was wearing old, crappy flip flops and four steps from the bottom, my feet slipped out from under me, and I fell straight on my butt! I slip down a few steps and hit my arm on the stairs also.

It hurt so bad! I ran into the bathroom because I was sure I was going to cry from the pain. Luckily, the throbbing subsided, and the situation became a good bit funnier when I thought about it again. I now have a huge bruise on both my arm and my hind quarters! I guess I should invest in some better shoes...