i think she just flipped me off.

(photo has no relation to story)

i have a 50 minute commute to/from work. so, i'll be the first one to fully admit that i get into auto-pilot mode sometimes and just drive. deep in my thoughts, i'll just drive.

like yesterday, for example. until. i got flipped off twice. by the same driver. at 2 different times in our perhaps 4 mile stint on the road together. 

and i still do not have the foggiest idea as to what i did to be the recipient of such a joyful act. i'm a big girl now and don't claim to be the best driver -- i'm fond of lane changing because abnormally slow drivers make me c.r.a.z.y, and yes, i've sped up when i know the light is going to turn yellow. but something stupid/mean/dumb enough to warrant such pleasantries by other drivers -- twice? let the record show, i claim to be innocent.

the funny part is, she was so.mad. like face contorted mad. and, for some reason, i thought it was hilarious that she was that mad over this phantom act of mayhem. you may think it was funny too if as my left laned car drove by her and a mittened hand came up to the window with one finger pressed against the glove. and she faced forward like it was below her to look at the scum of the earth she was gesturing to. i mean, if she really wanted to drive the point home, how about a stone cold look of death, eh?

after a short distance, i had to change lanes to exit...so was in front of her. in the mirrors, she was (still contorted) calling me some pretty colorful names. i know at least one consecutive f word b word combo. and still. i have no idea what i did.

lucky me, she exited as well. i usually get in the left lane right away on this road since i have to left exit a little over a mile ahead. today, no different. and today, i found myself behind a schwans truck, to which i couldn't pass if i wanted to (i didn't want to) because miss happy life was to my right and back a bit. 


i figured she'd do one of those i'm-pissed-at-you-and-the-world things and gun it and get way past me before she slowed up again. nope. still cruised at my 4:00. ok fine, what evs, right?


(if you would like to think less of me after i write this next paragraph, i'll understand) i somehow thought if i could get her to naturally have to pass me (by me slowing down a wee bit) i could tell why she was so irate with me. (i didn't know how i would know this...and, ok. fine. i kinda just wanted to mess with her a itty bitty bit).


but she didn't pass me. at all. total weird. and then it came down to where the road forks (how profound) and she went right and i went left. and i looked over at miss jolly time one final time and she had taken off her mitten this time and gave me a firm (mitten free) salute. again without looking at me -- like getting the last word in.


a couple things i thought about on the way home:
1)what the holy heck did i do? (still have no idea)
2)how long did she talk to herself about how idiotic i was? - i can't be the only one that does that. right? right?!
3)how did this unpleasant "interaction" affect the rest of her day? was her boyfriend the next victim of her wrath? did she bring out her middle finger gems in the produce aisle?

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update: this was actually 2 days ago when this happened so...

i've had time to digest things and get them properly placed in my brain so i can make heads or tails of the situation. and, to co-road warriors like myself, it's all positive. i've been a wee bit more patient with all you. and that my friends, is no small feat.