Unexplored Territory

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Do you REALLY want to know how your driving is?

Dear Mr. Werner Truck Driver:

Don't think that I didn't notice that you high-tailed it up the exit ramp, practically tipped over when you took that left-hand turn onto the overpass, and hauled arse to get BACK onto the northbound side of the interstate just so I couldn't take down ANY information on the back of your truck.

Dude. That little van horn you heard blaring at you all the way up the exit ramp ... that was MINE, you dumbarse.

Because I am not certain whether you know this or not, but making the split second decision to get onto the exit ramp that I am already on, about ready to freaking side-swipe me, just isn't cool driving tactics, no matter HOW many tires are on your vehicle.

So how IS your driving? It is shitty, but I can't tell anyone at your company that because, even though I pride myself in being a speed reader, I can't read things that are blurry.

So the next time you come through this little town of mine, you better watch out for that red 2003 Toyota Sienna van ... I'll be waiting for you.

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Too bad I wasn't with you, I've got this weird thing with remembering numbers. To the point that I even know my ex husband's driver's license number by heart and it isn't his SSN. Michigan has these outrageously long, nonsensical numbers for their DLs.; 11:36 AM
Anonymous said...: I'll bet if you called the police dept and gave them any little bit of info you have they could fill in the rest for you so that you (or they) could take care of notifying the company.

I'm glad you weren't hurt.; 1:41 PM
Anonymous said...: Who says Road Rage isn't a good thing. Track him down and make the little man shake in his shoes.; 8:04 PM
Mamacita Tina said...: Don't you love it when people put your life in danger? If you miss your exit, just get off at the next one and make a U-turn. Sheez.

Glad you are safe.; 7:14 PM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.