On my way home from work yesterday, I was waiting at the stop light to turn left into my neighborhood. I was the third car in line in the left turn lane. As the light turned green, I happily noted that we had a green arrow! A green arrow is a nice way to kick off a delightful evening, don’t you think? As I approached the front of the intersection, I abruptly noticed the minivan at the front of the lane next to me, whose driver was frantically waving her manicured hands out the window. Her left blinker was on. Instead of calmly gliding through the busy intersection and flipping a quick youee, she thought it would be beneficial for each driver on Antelope Drive if she held up everyone behind her, and everyone behind me, and turned left from the center lane.I was still on my green arrow high, and was feeling especially generous; therefore, I stopped to let her in. In order to thank me for my courtesy as she screeched around the turn, she extended a specific French-tipped finger in my direction.
It’s probably not her fault. I’m guessing the pharmacy had run out of her Xanax.
4 comments:
What the? Just reading that made me feel a little road rage!
Wait...you stopped to let her in and she gave you the bird? That just doesn't make any sense at all!
Yes, the pharmacy WAS out of Xanax. How does that happen? Seriously! It makes me angry just thinking about it. They are a pharmacy that's their job. And all you crazy drivers out there that get in my way when I have a car full of screeming kids and a full bladder...aaaaahhhh....
How did you like my nails? :)
you are so positive to make that assumption. I would have assumed she was from Utah County (OOOOH! ROAST!)
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