I'm so restless. I have to find a room to rent but, alas I can't seem to charm anyone enough in my emails to respond to my response to their 'room to let' ads. What the F? It's the weekend and I ought to be out there looking at apartments, instead I'm in here writing on my blog about how I'm not out......you get the idea. But hey, I'm in shitsville and if I go out there trying to meet new roomies with this vibe it'll do more harm than good.
I went out and got groceries. I usually drive out of the city to do this so I can have a break and wash the car.
Up 87 I go and I have to go around a sloth driver in the middle lane, she's going maybe 45. So now I'm in the fast land and here she comes. whizzing up next to me in an attempt to get in front of me. This is usually the moment where I fail to make the choice to be non-competitive. And as usual I failed, embarking on a very blurred, heart pumping race to win. Win what? Good question.
Road Rager Robin--------------->
I raced her for about three miles. Shortly in the beginning of the road rage fest she had indeed overtaken me and I immediately flipped her off and called her a C word. And after it ended with me never catching her and getting in front of her (am I an adult?), the thing I was most upset about was my f-ing Jeep wasn't fast enough to shut her down. She was driving a four door, Mitsubishi, sedan maybe 90s. My Jeep is a 2006 straight 6 that should be able to out perform a car like that. Don't buy a Jeep if you need to win in road rage races.
I was pissed for a while about losing. I thought horrible thoughts of her demise on the freeway. She won, I lost, she should have a fiery car wreck. I know it's horrible and of course, after an hour or two I rethought this meanness and just hoped she got a ticket and triggered a chain of events that led to her having a very Losing day.
These are my size 11 feet, they're heavy on the gas peddle