Road Rage

Let me start by saying - I do not have road rage.

I have road ANGER.

Big difference.

Yesterday though, I felt the beginnings of a rage.

If any of you readers are from Utah -- you MIGHT know where Springville is, small town, just south of Provo -- REALLY south of Salt Lake City. And my hometown.

Known for it's Hobble Creek Golf Course, mountains, and general artsy-ness.

Well, Springville is one of the major construction areas I pass through on my way home- which means traffic- it also has an INSANE amount of pot holes -- even more traffic--.

For lack of a better term (since I refuse to use bad swear-words on this blog) there was a 'lady' driving on the on ramp near me. And when I say driving. I mean we were creeping along at a speed that did not ever (not even once) exceed speeds higher than 6 MPH.

This LADY was behind me the WHOLE time. Then (after spending a good 27 minutes on the on ramp) there is a sign to MERGE.

Apparently this (B word of a) LADY thought that the merge sign MUST have meant "Please run other drivers off the road and into concrete barriers if possible" because I'll be damned if she didn't try.

I was in front of her, with a good gap between her and the car in front.

I signal.

I begin to merge.

She slams on the gas and leaves a gap no larger than a pack of gum between her and the car in front of her. Meanwhile, said concrete barrier is approaching.

I'm not worried though, because I'm moving all of 3 MPH, I have time.

But she won't let me get in front of her, and then she won't let me get behind her, so WHERE am I supposed to go?

As I'm signaling, trying to get her attention (she's SO doing this on purpose), that stupid concrete barrier is now RIGHT there.

So I layed on my horn and literally almost hit her car. And she finally moved over.

I was SO mad. And wishing I had a big frosty from Wendy's to huck at her passenger side window. Really, I would have done it. I was that mad.

Once I was in front of her, I totally flipped her off.

And I never flip people off.

Ever.

But I feel like flipping her off again.

So, for the record Mrs. Silver Ford Mini SUV - Liscence Plate 750 ULP -- next time I'm not going to be so nice.