Thursday, July 22, 2010


DISCLAIMER:  This is funny.  I exagerated a little on the bad things I wanted to happen to this guy (except for the the flat tire part).  Ryan got all daddy-like on me and said it was mean. 

Hello, my name is Shae, and I have a road rage problem. No, I'm serious. It is severe. I have always known that I get a little madder than most people, but today I realized I need help!

So, there I was driving along minding my own business. I needed to get into the turning lane to get onto the interstate. At this particular intersection there were two turning lanes and you had to merge into one to get on I-65. The inside lane was completely full so I had to get into the lane that merges (I probably would have done this anyway because it moves quicker, but that isn't the point!). When we started moving, the car in front of me merged over. I was going to merge over behind the car that the car in front of me got in front of. I put my blinker on and started to move over. The truck that I was going to get in front of sped up so that I couldn't get in!!!! This A-hole got closer and closer every time I tried to get over! Well, this set off that little trigger in my head. I was furious!!!! Of course I sped up and got over in front of the car ahead of him. There was no way in hell I was getting behind him! I wanted desperately for him to need to get over somewhere so that I could slow down or speed up to prevent it. I also desperately wanted to pull him over and beat the crap out of him. Unfortunately, neither of these happened.

Eventually he turned off, but that didn't stop my hatred for this man. I wished the whole way home for bad things to happen to this dude! Just minor things. You know, like maybe his car would break down. . . he would get a flat tire. . . his wife would cheat on him. . . . he would lose his job. That is reasonable right? I mean he did try to prevent me from getting over when I wanted to. Then it hit me. This is not normal!!!

So, I decided I need help.  If anyone wants to start up a meeting count me in. The first step is admitting you have a problem, right? Well people, I HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!!