& that's the way life goes

I don’t actually wake up until about 9am.  This can cause problems when I have to be to work by 8, meaning I have to leave my house at 7.

This morning I was blissfully unaware of anything.  Traffic had slowed to a crawl, which is unusual, but I had the brains to at least figure there was an accident.  I was lost in my thoughts as I approached the off ramp to another freeway.  All of a sudden I’m snapped out of my bubble by someone yelling, “I have to get over you fucking bitch”  I looked over to see this woman in a minivan who had rolled down her window.  My first thought was, “who is she yelling at” followed by “oh I guess me” so I smiled at her and I continued to inch forward.  She was forced to get behind me.  I won’t lie I got a little happy at this.  As we passed the accident she pulled around me and flipped me the bird.  In response, I smiled again at her.  I really wish I would have thought to wave.

I guess someone is having a bad day

Background: I drove C and my dad to the kidney walk on Sunday.  I spend a lot of alone time in the car where I yell at other drivers, but I try to contain myself when there are other people present.  We sat on the exit ramp for a good 20 minutes because after at least 6 years of kidney walks they haven’t figured out the traffic flow.  The car ahead of us was acting like a moron.

Me: You jackass

C: geez watch your mouth

my dad: I didn’t teach you how to talk like that

Me: geez it wasn’t that bad (thinking: wow what would they think if they heard my daily morning commute?)

C: you’re talking like a sailor

Me: no I wasn’t

Later C and I were driving back from Target:

Me: why did you give me such a hard time earlier when we were going to the kidney walk?

C: what do you mean? you said ‘fucking jackass’, you might have said ‘what the fuck, you fucking jackass’

Me: No I didn’t

C: you don’t even know what you said (laughs)

Me: (face turning red) shit I didn’t mean to say that out loud…

Note to self: don’t ever drive dad anywhere else