Flipping out or flipping off.

So I've been sitting on this idea for awhile. I've been thinking about starting a blog for all of you voyeurs out there--which might include only me.

I've also been sitting on this idea of what to write about for my very first blog. And then it hit me.

I happen to have the worst road rage--when I'm alone.
I hit my steering wheel with a large amount of force when people go too slow in the fast lane. I scream when people don't get over when someone is speeding up behind them. I pull my hair out watching two semis pass each other.

It gets kind of ridiculous.

This last time I drove down from Phoenix, I was going through the usual hair-pulling, teeth-gnashing bit. Lets just say, it was getting pretty biblical. And apparently I was screaming really loudly or gesturing a little too wildly because when this car moved over to let me pass, the strangest thing happened. I looked out my passenger side window to give the perfunctory "you obnoxious fool" scowl, and the guy was leaning out his window giving me... the peace sign?

That's when I started rationalizing to myself. I was totally within my right to be angry. the stupid slow Tahoe was going approximately twelve miles UNDER the speed limit in the fast lane--just an estimate. Just because he was going the speed he thought everyone ought to, doesn't mean he is suddenly the I-10 speed monitor, right??

And then I became unbelievably sad. Because all that lost hair and high blood pressure, well, that was really all for naught.

So, maybe next time I pull up behind the world's slowest mini-cooper in the fast lane, I might not honk six times. I might only honk three times. What say you, peace-sign giving Tahoe man?