Taxi Driver
On the rainy commute this morning, I came across a taxi going 25 MPH in the last lane (Peeve #1). As I gave him the benefit of the doubt, I trailed behind him for a moment at an acceptable distance, but he continued and actually slowed down to 15 MPH. In the fast lane (Peeve #2). As I passed him, I discovered he was talking on his cell phone (Peeve #3.) In retrospect, I should have left earlier. I should have been more patient. The guy was undoubtably lost. But because he didn’t use common sense or decency and pull over to the side of the road, choosing instead to block traffic during rush hour, IN THE FAST LANE, I felt obliged to do my part as traffic vigilante and blast him with the train horn.
It’s wrong to intentionally inflict misery upon another human being. I know this. But frankly, some mornings, I just don’t care.