To the turd driving the Budget rental truck,
Lane jockeying. Riding my tail. Driving at unpredictable speeds. Sandwiching me and other vehicles between Mack trucks. Impressive.
There may have been a time in my life back when I drove a rusty blue pick-up truck and thought I was invincible that I would have pressed the gas pedal to the torn floor mat and drove until my vehicle shook to avoid you. You would have no-doubt caught up to me because the shake speed on my truck was about 72 mph on a good day, but I would have continued to race away from you because you, sir, are an a-hole.
I have to assume you thought my SUV had hitching capacity because the nose of your vehicle would have insulted even the friendliest dog, and I can see no other reason you’d be so close to me that I couldn’t see your headlights in the misty dark.
Maybe you remember me? I took my foot off the gas to slow down hoping you’d pass me. You did. Only to then narrowly slide yourself in front of me directly behind a car carrier. I despise you.
I acknowledge that I’m an emotional person. It’s true. But I save my irrational behavior for the ones I love most…okay, the one, my husband. I wanted to make an exception last night. The third time your erratic behavior scared me, the anger gurgling up my throat almost choked me. I had visions of reenacting the scene from Temple of Doom. You know the one, where the man pulls a beating heart from another man’s chest cavity.
It’s not that you were simply annoying. It’s not that you hurt my pride by passing me or sandwiching me between enormous hauling vehicles. It’s not that you interrupted the only quiet time I had this week to listen to non-kid music in peace. No. Your aggressive, unpredictable driving was a risk to everyone around you.
The bottom line is this: whatever you had in the back of your rental truck couldn’t come close to the value I was carrying in the back seat of my SUV, the two girls breathing their peaceful nighttime breaths, their heads relaxed against their car seats.
Perhaps I should be thanking you. As a result of your insane driving, I will be wary of how closely I tail another vehicle. I’ll be aware of my surroundings and respect other drivers on the road because you never know when one of the drivers might be a mother concerned for her kids’ safety and prepared to remove a beating heart with her bare hands. And for good reason.
Emily (Girl, Always Interrupted).