I pulled up behind a car at a four-way stop in downtown Bismarck. Within 30 seconds, I knew I was dealing with a woman driver and it angered me that I could know this.
She came to a complete stop, and so I stopped behind her. We stopped.
I waited briefly.
Then, I waited some more.
After a while, I did some more waiting.
Eventually, I continued waiting.
Upon waiting, I found myself waiting.
I knew that momentarily I would also be waiting.
After waiting for a bit, I waited some more.
Continuing to wait, I waited.
It wasn’t long before I found myself waiting.
$*!*@$*!!!
I had had enough, and so, after waiting, I laid on the horn. The woman was apparently waiting for the stop sign to turn green — I understand. However, GET OUT OF MY WAY. She spasmed in the driver seat as the sheer magnitude of the sound wave from my horn slammed into her, flooring it, now driving recklessly out of embarrassment.
I waited a bit until she was safely out of danger range before calmly and safely proceeding through the intersection.
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Back in my days as a route/delivery driver in the Twin Cities, I and my fellow drivers used to joke about the fact that it was always (well, almost, anyway) women drivers that frustrated us in traffic. Yet women get fewer tickets and have fewer accidents. I don’t really understand how that works.
However, men, and particularly old men, seem to need to prove they can, you know, by taking chances that are stupid and dangerous. How many times have I said to myself, “just because you just did that stupid, dangerous, and annoying thing doesn’t mean that you can, you know. So either accept your condition, or get some Viagra, and stop endangering my life.”
I think I know this person. I don’t know how they get from your town to mine everyday.