Pass On The Right
I’m judgemental. I admit that. I’ve been working on it, actually. But there is one place that I stand by my first impression, and that is on the on-ramp.
Do you know the ramp I’m talking about? There’s one in every city. It has two lanes that merge into one, that in turn merges into a larger highway. And there are two types of people on that ramp; those that wait patiently in line on the left, and those who pass the line on the right & cut someone off in the front of the left line.
Think about this for a minute; do you wait patiently, watch the guy speed by, then move forward until only a nanometer separates your bumper from the car in front of you? Do you just say, “Whatever,” & let the guy in? Or are you THE GUY?
Truly, in my case, it depends on the day. Today, I’m the “whatever” person. Tomorrow, I might be the passive-agressive-you’ll-never-get-in-here person. But I wonder how many potential friendships are truly lost if you’re THE GUY. I can just see my luck, meeting an interesting person that I truly connect with, have them walk me to my car & suddenly watch them recoil in horror.
“Oh no! You’re… you’re…. that BITCH from the ON RAMP!”
November 29th, 2006 at 6:34 am
I’m never the guy, but almost always the agressive-agressive bumper-nanometer person. I don’t know why but nothing pisses me off more than line cutters.
Silly, I know. Why can’t we all just get along?
November 30th, 2006 at 10:25 am
laughing at you - it’s a choice to get on.
Good post.