First in Line

It's the end of the day and I am in the middle of my commute home. In the middle of rush hour traffic "stop and go" driving gets pretty old, especially with a straight drive. However, I still have managed to tolerate the two or three cars that make it through the intersection on a red light as if they never saw it turn yellow in the first place. In fact, sometimes I even appreciate their audacity. I admit, a part of me would like to see them get pulled over just to add a little humor to my trip home, but a larger part of me whishes I was one car ahead so I too could risk taking the intersection.

But here is what puts a stick in my crawl. It's the car that is right in front of me who didn't have the boldness to go for it. However, it's not so much the fact that they didn't go for it on red that made me angry. The pet peeve is when the fact that they are first in line at a red light and weren't paying attention when the light turned green. Screaming to myself I said "For crying out loud, it's rush hour and you are first in line, PAY ATTENTION!"

Now this could be frustrating, but I have a horn that I never get to use (mainly because it doesn't work). As often as this happens to me, I would enjoy laying down on my horn. In fact, I am going to get my horn fixed and hope it happens to me again soon. Maybe wasting 5 seconds of my time is worth getting to pound my steering wheel. Until then, I'll just roll down the window and yell at the top of my lungs.