An Open Letter to the Turd Driving the Budget Rental Truck

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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).

 

 

 

4 comments for “An Open Letter to the Turd Driving the Budget Rental Truck

  1. Kathleen Gallo
    May 30, 2014 at 8:35 am

    Your posting helps me remember to pray for you and all the rest of our “kids” as you travel on the highways with so many crazies who seem to think they are on some race track in a video game, are taking their hatred of life out on everyone around them, are in some alternate world where “I’m the only one on the road”, and have no concept that they are driving a $30,000 + weapon that can destroy lives! There are times I want to walk up to them and ask them what they think they have just accomplished by forcibly moving one vehicle ahead of me, and gaining no time, because we are all in the same line of traffic anyway! Amazing to me! Thankful you are safe!

    • girlalwaysinterrupted
      May 30, 2014 at 9:19 am

      I’m thankful we’re safe, too. I have to admit that I thought he was targeting me, but I noticed he wasn’t only doing this to me. He was just a bad driver. My guess is that he didn’t know how to drive the huge vehicle. It was horrible. The conditions weren’t great for him either. There was a ton of truck traffic, it was misty and dark and he seemed to be unable to use his mirrors.

      Awful. And somehow I couldn’t escape him!

  2. Kate @ Did That Just Happen?
    May 30, 2014 at 8:55 am

    Oh my goodness, I hate those types of drivers – and I don’t think that those Budget and Uhaul trucks should be able to be rented out to just anyone! It’s apparent that not everyone can drive them properly!

  3. June 2, 2014 at 4:02 pm

    I go through this usually twice each day to and from work. The semi trucks scare me the way they weave back and forth across the lane lines. But the person weaving in and out of lanes to try to make it to their destination ahead of everyone else – that guy’s going to cause an accident! I used to have road rage something fierce. Now the crazy drivers are so abundant that I just listen to a good book and plow on … usually laughing at the nonsense I see around me and just hoping to avoid it.

    P.S. I still rave at tailgaters and I always leave 2-5 car lengths between myself and the car ahead – depending on my speed.

    -C

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