Out Of My Way, Rat Bag!

So one day I'm in the supermarket where I work, pushing a carridge full of cardboard out to the back room, when I accidentially bumped carts with a woman who came too fast out of an asile and turned into me.

Me: "Oh, I'm sorry." *smiles*

The Woman: *silent untill I walk past her* "So say 'excuse me', bitch!"

This is the first and only incident of road rage I have ever see with no cars involved. As you might have guessed from that last dramatic sentence, I'm a little pissed off about road rage lately. And this is because my sister has had a really bad week.

My sister has been in three accidents in four days. None of them were her fault, two of them she wasn't even driving, and one of them was more traumatic than all the others. First, she was riding in the back of a friend's car, and they were rear ended. The latest accident, she was parked at school, and a friend backed into her, damaging the bumper on her car. The middle accident involved a lot of rage.

My sister was in the right lane, the other car in the left lane, slowing down, but with no signal on. As my sister drove past in the right lane, the other car made a right turn, smack into her driver's side door. There was no way this was my sister's fault, but shaken, she got out of her car. The other woman, herto known as HW (hootchie woman), gets out of her car, and starts screaming at my sister that she's a stupid bitch who can't drive. She hollered that it was my sis's fault, and before long, my sister was in tears. She asked to exchange information with the woman, but the HW said, "I don't want anything from you. You should just be thankfull you didn't damage my car." Then she got back in her car and sped away. My sis never did get the licence plate.

Road rage is so dumb. If these two people had been waling in a park, and bumped into each other, each would have politely said excuse me, smiled and been on thier way. But put people in thier cars and they are invincible, and never wrong. And because HW was in her sporty car, in her tight black hootchie dress, she must have felt herself immune to the laws of polite. I get angry at jerks when I drive, but I'm never a road rager. I swear in my own car, bad enough to make my grannie's ears bleed. But I don't honk my horn, or make an obcene jesture. Want to know why? Because the world is so loony, I'm afraid one of you wound up jerks will shoot me.

Now while it is possible that my run in with the shopping cart lady, and HW are the same person, but I doubt it. Either way, there is a lot of anger out there. I think everyone needs a warm herbal bath, a cup of Tension Tamer Tea, and a good nap. And until everyone out there has unwound, drive safely, nicely, politely, oh, and if you live in the Greater Taunton area in Mass, and you know a woman with a tight black dress who recently got in an accident with an unidentified teen in an aqua car, tell them, "Shame. Shame on you." Then call the police and give them her licence plate number.