As a tribute to an online author friend, I’ve appropriated one of her book titles to describe one of my afternoon road adventures.
I left the daughter’s place, and headed for the Costco at the edge of town, to get gas. I turned off the north-bound avenue, onto the west-bound one that will take me there. A block ahead, a little Toyota Yaris is marooned at a red light. I pull up beside him.
I was never much one for street drag-racing. A 78-year-old man in a Kia Sorrento is not really the right equipment. Still, I have good situational awareness. When the light turns green, I do not linger long. I was quickly a hundred yards ahead of him, watching him in my mirrors. Soon, I could not only see him gaining on me, I could hear him. Braaapp…. Braaapp!…. Braaappp!
It’s a standard – a manual transmission, with a gear-shift. That’s rare. I’m doing 70 in a 60 limit zone. He passes me like I’m standing still, and races ahead, just in time to get caught at the next red light, where a street tees-in from the right. Ahead of me in the center lane, is a single SUV. Theoretically he should go straight ahead, but he’s got his left blinker on. Just past the light, is a service-station. He also wants fuel, but he’s going to be stranded out there until all the oncoming traffic, backed up at the light, clears. I pull over behind the Yaris.
He pays attention to the traffic light on the cross-street. When it turns orange, he starts to rev his engine – Vroom – Vroom – Vroom. Well…. This is a Yaris – more like vrim,vrim,vrim. When the light turns green, there’s a chirp – a little squeal of rubber. The Yaris leaps forward about two feet – and dies!! 😆
My window is open. I roar with laughter, and shout, “He stalled it!” He must have heard me, because I got a V-peace sign waved out his window. He quickly got it relit and soon we are both cruising at 70 again. I stayed in the curb lane for another two miles, until I reached one of the Region’s infamous roundabouts. In fact, this particular rotary has the record of the most sideswipe collisions, caused by fools in the inner lane attempting to exit through the outer lane. With my eyes firmly fixed on traffic, that’s where I want to be.
On the other side of the roundabout, the curb lane only continues for a block, to another traffic light, where it exits into a plaza, and the road narrows. Cars are backed up from a red light, almost to the rotary. I need to get over to the center. Immediately upon exiting, I signal a lane-change, and slide a lane to my left, coming to a quivering halt inches from a Chevy.
The light changes. We all move forward. I drive to Costco, and sit in another line to pump gas.
Finally, it’s my turn. Actually, it’s a double drive-through. I proceed to the forward pump, and someone pulls in behind me. I start pumping gas, and all of a sudden – I have a PAKI in my face!
Do you know you cut me off back there at the roundabout? You pulled in front of me and slammed on your brakes. I had to stop suddenly. You didn’t have to do that. You had lots of room to proceed.
ARE YOU CRAZY??
ARE YOU STONED??
ARE YOU ON DRUGS??!
I had lots of room to proceed – if I wanted to pull into the plaza, but that’s not where I wanted to go. He should have learned a valuable lesson about roundabouts. The guy in the outside lane gets the best spot. The nerve!! The utter gall!! The absolute arrogance, to accost me (or anyone else) while pumping gas, because traffic didn’t work out the way he wanted it to. He was in his mid/late twenties, driving a BMW. I suppose that I should have been generous, and assumed that he worked in IT, but all I could think was, he deals drugs and/or pimps out his sisters and mother.
I know that a soft answer turneth away wrath, but ya wanna know how to really piss someone like this off? Ignore them! Show them that they are beneath contempt, and not worth your time or energy. Doo-de-doo, doo-de-doo, pumping gas, pumping gas. And they can’t even justify escalating the argument – or so I thought?!
As he started walking away, suddenly he turned back and….
You will pay for this one day. God will judge you. You will die and God will punish you for your actions. You will not go to Heaven. You know what you have done.
So you’re bringing God into this?? Now I’m scared.
You just keep talking.
No thanks. You’re doing enough talking for both of us.
God will get you! You can’t escape His wrath.
I didn’t know that the God business was going so poorly that He had to work part-time as a traffic cop. When I was finished, I walked over to his car, and said, “Which god?? Vishnu??”
Huh? Wha?? Mmh, aahh… You will answer to Him! You can’t escape your fate!
I could make an old-time, Bing Crosby/Bob Hope movie out of this, a two-act comedy titled Road To Costco. A local driver was recently charged with threatening three other drivers with a gun in one morning. I’ve never been threatened with God before – at least, not like this. Have any of you? 😕