Yes, methinks there will be lots of entries on this subject
sample numero uno
Driving down autoroute (aka highway) in Nice, France. Hubby is passing cars, kind of going the speed limit, most likely 5km more (always) and there's a flasher behind us. Oh Flasher? That's the person behind you (French), flashing their headlights like a nervous twitch, that is going faster than you in the passing lane (mind you, we were already over the speed limit) and mad that you are not squeeking your vehicle into that tiny space between two cars you will soon pass so the idiot behind you can go by... Anyways, we pass the two said cars and then before we get the chance to pull into the regular lane, flasher passes us on the right, cuts quickly in front of our nice shiny new van and throws out a big chunk of metal (think wrench-sized). Yes - L.O.V.E.L.Y. no?
THAT's Road Rage!
So Mr Road Rager brought out the worst in me. I looked all around our van to see if I had something good and heavy to throw back out at said Road-Rager while I told hubby to catch up with him... He didn't, of course.
Oh my! Was that really me?
anyone else have a story to share?
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3 comments:
oh ... Hubby reminded me that I left out a teeny little detail. When the flasher was passing us on the right, I kind of flipped him off..... lol
Good for you!!!!
Bwa ha ha that you were looking for something to throw back, what a boob that guy was!!
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