Good morning loveidiot and loveidiot followers. I’ve actually been thinking about what I was going to write about as today’s mb topic, and several ideas came to mind. Should I bring up how my Domino’s Pizza delivery guy actually delivered my thin crust pepperoni pizza to me last night like he ran over it? Should I bring up how my 3 year old demon spawn has the innate ability to set off emotions in my being that are straight off the reservation? Or should I mention how my brother-in-law got hit in the head with a ball this weekend at a baseball game, and he being the smart gem that he is, went to a movie theatre to listen to the loudest piece of audio recording he and my equally intelligent sister could imagine, sit through the movie for not even an hour because his head was throbbing, and had to be rushed to emergency? Hmm, the choices were difficult. No need to worry, of course I could find a topic even more enjoyable than those already thought of above. Yes, my life should be a Lifetime series. I wanted to talk abut tailgaters...
Yes, we all love them so much. ♫Ya’ll can’t deny it, I’m a F***’n rider, Ya’ll don’t’ want to mess with me ♫ We all enjoy having our scent sniffed to the 1,000th power by your Mack-10 truck speeding down the highway. Just love it.
No, seriously, loveidiot, can you give me some idea of just what the heck a tailgater is actually thinking of when they suddenly appear in your rearview mirror like they are about to devour you on your moped? What the hey?!
Just this weekend, I was on my way to the baseball game that hit bro-in-law out of his senses, and low and behold, out of the blue is this monster truck looking like a terrifying tire terminator ready to stomp on my 2008 Chevy Malibu. First of all, it was too damn early in the afternoon for anyone to be going the speed he obviously had reached. Second, anyone who has that much time to add all the accessories to his vehicle to make it look like a street bully needs a different hobby. And third, it should not be street legal for anyone to exude that much intimidation.
For me to feel like my fiancé is Holk and I’m Ms. Daisy is just not right. I think we are more along the lines of Lightening McQueen and Sally. But hey, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ I guess. But do tailgaters really think I’m going to speed up when I’m already going over the speed limit just for them to get around me? There are 2 other lanes for you to wreak havoc in, why must you be in mine?
I could more understand if there was an emergency and lights were flashing and horns blowing. Ambulance-style driving I could live with, it’s the teenager/young-adult race car driving that goes over my head. Where are the police when you need them? Yes, I’m driving dirty with a warrant (parking violation that was never paid) and no car insurance, but that is my point exactly. Why must tailgaters even leave an opportunity open for those us with “stipulations” to even get hit? What is beyond my comprehension is when blaring stereo systems creep up on you, over powering Mariah Carey’s – Don’t Forget About Us, to where all you can hear is Tire Terminator’s music with an added bonus of feeling your insides thump to the beat of his music. Does he think we actually enjoy that? Yes, Tire Terminator, thank you so much for taking 5 years off my life, and adding to the much stress of slowing arising gray hairs. My 3 year old especially thanks you for waking him from a sound nap with your monster muffler. Much love to you. And my fiancé truly sends a shout out your way for the exceptional talent you posses of pressing the gas, and slamming on the brakes a breath shy of ramming your social security up my wazoo. I must have overlooked the sign up at DPS for that lesson.
For all you speed demons, road hogs, and tailgaters please remember all roads lead to heaven, hopefully yours has a detour through all the hell you have given the rest of your fellow motor vehicle companions.
Any advise loveidiot? Or do I need to make an investment in ear muffs and tranquilizers for myself?
Signed *~*~*~ Loves Playground*~*~*~
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I think that worrying about your little three year old and your brother in law is in your best interest, while you put on your ear muffs and down some tranquilizers.
There is too much violence out in the streets now a days that with a simple gesture, road rage can happen in a second. With your child in the car, getting into an altercation is the last thing you want. Simply avoid this character and move out of the way of his Super Sized Tonka truck and don't allow it to get to you. You already seem to have a lot on your plate as it is.
It is quite extraordinary to me how people can allow another vehicle to make them so angry. It's called defensive driving for a reason, you just need to be on the defensive all the time. Expect the unexpected on the road and your expectations of other drivers won't affect your emotions. For example, I was at fault the other day, I cut in front of a lady because she was in my blind spot. I raised my hand in a gesture like, "my bad, I'm sorry." Yet this caused her to go into a frenzy, she went around me, then she rolled her window down and was cussing up a storm and stomping on her horn like there was no tomorrow. Well, her horn got stuck, (hee hee) and she didn't know how to stop it, now everyone on the road was looking at her vehicle like, "Shut up!" She was totally embarrassed and realized it was silly of her to get so upset and began to laugh as she motioned to me that her horn was stuck and she couldn't stop it!
You see, it does not have to be that serious; now getting hit in the head with a baseball and having a baby demon spawn is pretty serious. I'd call somebody to call somebody on those two...lol.
Have a blessed day! Say no to road rage!
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