Can I do that? Can I title my post with a quote from a movie without some litigious clairvoyant somewhere going apeshit on me?
Sorry, that's the start of a totally different blog post. This one is about rage. I have some triggers that put me in a strange state. You know the one: tunnel vision, visibly shaking, furious, righteous rage. Here's the one that happens most, and is the easiest to avoid...
The other day I'm cruising home from work on a controlled access highway doing 60+ mph, when this jackass uses one of those little dirt cut-throughs to pull a U-turn. This may or may not be legal, depending on local laws, but that's not the issue. Shit happens. Sometimes you got to turn around. I understand.
But this fucker pulls out onto the road with less than 30 yards from me to him. Like, if you were going to measure it, it would be about this long: "Oh shit, I'm gonna..." <KABOOM>
All right...so let's give this guy the benefit of the doubt, right? Sure, he almost caused a major accident. Luckily, I knew there were no other cars beside me, so I was able to switch lanes and avoid him. (Which begs the question: if there were no other cars beside me, why the fuck did he pull out in front of me in particular? But I digress...) Maybe he just didn't see me. Maybe he did, but was in a hurry. Whatever. In any case, I give him the "watch where you're going, you almost killed me" honk as I narrowly avoid his vehicle.
And he honks back and flips me off.
There it is, folks. There's the rub. And I gotta say, if I didn't have a family who would wonder why I hadn't been home for 20 years to life, it almost would have been worth it to snuff this guy out. I wasn't in the red. I didn't flail around, arms out the window, yelling and screaming. Simply honked to let this guy know that he had almost fucked up both of our days. But no, fuck constructive criticism. He put me in the red. I'd love to talk to assholes like that as a police officer.
Bet he was on his cell phone...
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