It's no secret that I have a
major case little bit of road rage. The drivers in California might push me over the edge. Yesterday I was driving home from work and I almost got creamed by a girl when traffic was going about 5 mph. Yes, you read that right-5 MPH. I was already pissed because I had left the office an hour late and this just made it one hundred times worse. Normally when traffic is stopped I browse facebook or twitter (I know, it's bad), but thank god I had put my phone down b/c I noticed traffic was moving a bit. I was staring straight ahead and started moving forward and then all of a sudden I noticed the white car next to me was almost going to hit me. I'm pretty sure she didn't even look and just tried to get in my lane. I didn't even have time to honk the horn, I jerked the wheel to the right (thankfully no one was in the lane next to me) and she stopped. I'm thinking that her friend in the car was like hey, there is a car in the other lane dumbass. I slam on my brakes after she BARELY missed my car and then she gets over in my lane behind me. I can see that she is a young blonde girl and she's waving saying sorry. Like that will make what just happened all better sweetheart. My heart was pounding and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was insane. She definitely kept her distance after that and I switched lanes to get the hell away from her. I don't understand why people from California think it's ok to drive like asshats and then just wave to make it seem ok. IT'S NOT.
I also believe that people here should be required to take a road test that only consists of one thing : a four way stop. I don't feel like I'm the worlds most perfect drive, but damn, no one here knows when it's their turn to go. They either don't stop or they sit there for 5 minutes looking at all of the cars wondering who's turn it is. Um, you got there first idiot.
To top this post off I was driving in this morning trying to merge onto the freeway when the guy in front of me decides that he doesn't need to speed up in order to make sure that he blends into traffic. I think he was going oh, about 20mph. I was throwing up my hands and yelling in my car like a mad woman. The BF is lucky b/c he doesn't have to drive on the freeway at all during his 10 minute commute.
Maybe one day the lovely people of this state will get their fricken act together...One can only hope.