So here I am stuck on the highway, 15km west of a jack knifed trailer. It’s one of the innevitabilites of car commuter life.
Some people don’t seem to see it that way.
Take for example the red faced, middle age man in the BMW I’ve been periodically passing.
For the last 20 minutes if seen this guy throwing up his arms, screaming, and pounding away at the steering wheel with surprising vigor.
I don’t know how he figures this is accomplishing anything more than making this situation even more unbearable for himself.
Why get so emotional over something you have no control over?
Do you suppose he screams at and curses the sky because he hates blue as well?
It all seems very silly to me.
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I think I’ve been that guy before. And maybe he is having a bad morning. Maybe he just found out his wife is cheating on him, or his daughter is pregnant. Or maybe this is just his way of getting ready for the day. Or maybe he is late for a make or break meeting – though he should have gotten up earlier if that is the case.
True enough, but all he is going to do is kill himself over it. Given that the backup was over an hour, I fear for his life and heart…
I used to get that wound up over things as well, but at some point I turned a corner and just realized that it’s far better for your quality of life to take the good and the bad with a certain amount of composure.
Granted I can’t say there are no circumstances which would drive me to such rage… But I hope that I have learned enough to conduct myself in a better way than the fellow I saw today. For my own sake, and that of those around me,.
Maybe he had to pee.