Last week I was talking about my… assertive driving. If you are always calm on the road, please share your secrets with me. The deep breaths are far from 100% effective, and I need to steal your strategies.
It came to a head the other day–the road rage.
I was running late and in a left turn lane. At the green arrow the first vehicle was sooooo slow that the woman in the second car got the yellow and didn’t go through. Come on! We totally could have made it through!!
Maybe that was a bad move. I mean, the light was yellow, and it was her prerogative to stop, especially since she had gotten a ticket a few months earlier for going on yellow at this very same intersection.
How do I know her driving history?
Because we were, of course, going to the same rec center with our kids. And she walked up to me in the parking lot to have a little chat.
This kind of thing can really ruin your day. If I was good at letting things go and always connecting to the goodness in the world–or if I wasn’t running perpetually five minutes late–none of this would have happened. Instead, I have another enemy on my list.
I figured any chance at redemption would probably come in the form of traffic school down the road, but the very next day after our Yellow-Light-No-Turn-Lady confrontation, K-Pants and I headed to the park with my friend, Leslie, who is very social. At the park Leslie recognized someone right away. And who could it be? Yes! Yellow-Light-No-Turn-Lady! There. At the park. Next to our house.
Here we were. Face to face again. YLNT-lady did not recognize me. (I had showered.)
This was a critical moment. I could pretend that I was always nice and never aggressive-bitchy-SUV-mom. But I think things happen for a reason. Not only that, but the rapture was still on the horizon at that point, and why not square things away?
I introduced myself as the real me from the other day. And I apologized. It took me a few sentences to get around to it. Apologizing point-blank is hard. I need quite a bit of practice. I guess the universe figured that out…