As the due date for this blog post was nearing I was contemplating a few different topics to write about. I was having trouble deciding between them when I was granted with a gift in disguise. Some people think that I just have road rage, but I feel that my rage is legitimate most of the time. I was waiting at a stoplight to turn left and for some reason, I couldn't get a left turn light. To make matters worse, I was trapped behind some lady that refused to go if there was no left turn light.
So there I sat, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Most people edge into the intersection so that when traffic stops coming, they can make their turn. I don't know where she learned to drive, but that was apparently out of the question. The more radical drivers do a "Pittsburgh Left", a quick left turn before the oncoming traffic starts coming. So we both sat waiting a ways back from behind the white line, which I figured out was the reason we couldn't get a green light. She was too far back for the sensor to work. The people going straight got their green, but I couldn't get a simple left arrow. She would not budge forward.
One light passed, then another, then another. After three whole lights had switched, there was finally a large enough gap in the oncoming traffic for her to make her left and I was freed from the prison of the left turn light. For some reason I have terrible luck when it comes to driving. Take a look at things that have happened to me in the one year of driving I've done:
-Someone stopped on first street to let out passengers (which was a jerk move in the first place), then their car stalled.
-I turn eastbound onto springfield right behind a truck that was too tall for the underpass. It got stuck.
-The car behind me didn't know their brights were on. They also followed me for seven city blocks
-There is a glass company on Neil just south of green street. The loading dock requires that the semi-truck backs into a small garage door. When they do that, they have to stop traffic because the truck spans across all four lanes. The truck driver messed up a few times before finally making it into the garage.
Maybe these things happen to everyone but whenever I drive, it seems to me whatever divine force controls the universe tries to hinder me as much as they can. It drives (pun) me crazy! I get so furious on the road. So I guess you could say that I have road rage.
