I am still shaking from road-rage momma, who went ballistic three miles after I cut her off. Yes, admittedly, I was at fault – or at some percentage of fault. I have my reasons, however, for turning right into the intersection when she was clearly there; her turn signal was blinking, signaling a right hand turn that was never made.
I *had* looked, saw that she was making a right turn, and that the next car was well behind. I looked right, careful that all of the high school kids stayed on the curb and crept out into the intersection only to find that she didn’t actually plan to turn right at the street she was approaching but, rather, wanted to pull in on the right AT the crosswalk. I guess her teen cannot walk a few houses to reach the crosswalk. I digress.
It was a near miss for which I felt bad about. I carefully drove onward and, within a minute, she was following close behind me. I was ready for her to pull up beside me and I would say that I was truely sorry. Nearly three miles had passed before she made her move.
She pulled down her window and I did the same. Before I got a word in however, she launched out with, “You effin’ b!tch! I have three kids in this car…” *sigh* I watched her rant, tried to stay calm, and hoped that she wouldn’t get into an accident driving that way. My apology would not matter to this enraged lady – even if I could get a word in. I kept it to myself.
By the time I got YaYa to his school, three blocks later, he was shaking and in tears. And *I* am the effin’ b!tch?! I told him that it was okay, that “she was just mad and scared.” A few hugs later, and he seemed to be okay. I dropped him off at school and found that as I got behind the steering wheel again, I was now shaking too.
*deep breath*
If I thought that I could get away with it, I’d go for my run NOW. But alas, I need to work. I have something to look forward to, and perhaps by then I will be done shaking.
*more deep breaths* – until it is time for my run. Thankfully, I have my running again. Road-rage momma should probably take up running too – it could really help her…and her three kids. I imagine they might be a little shook up too seeing their Mom doing her MAJOR freak attack. *another deep breath* – okay, I’m okay now.
Drive safe, look both ways, and do NOT trust in the blinking lights.
Yea, if you got hit by that chick, you would have been at fault, even though she had her blinker on. Glad nobody got hurt. A valuable lesson learned here for all. Your heart was in the right place, but the best thing is to keep your windows rolled up, drive carefully, and simply ignore the other person. You will most likely never see them again. Atlanta traffic is horrible. I got lots of experience :-)
Hope your run goes well today!
Likely, I *will* see her again. Our kids go to the same school. I will never forget her round, red, angry face either.
Oh that lady! She needs something – that is for sure.
I never trust turn signals and I don’t immediatly go at the green light, either. There are too many people who run red lights. It makes for much honking at me but I don’t care. Better honked at than hit broadside.
A mom who uses that kind of language around kids is wound waaaay too tightly. I’m so glad my carpool-to-school days are behind me.
Nice example she just set for those three kids in car.
Keep breathing and I hope your son is OK.