I think anyone would agree that traffic stinks. It’s worse if you live on a busy road. Having grown up in the town, I knew our street was heavily traveled when we bought our house. Traffic can be a nightmare. That I can deal with, but what I can’t deal with is the increasing rudeness of the commuters.
School is back in session, and with it even more harried drivers clog the residential areas. The first day of school caused traffic to back up past my house starting at 7:00 a.m. It’s not just the added school traffic that causes the problem. Because my street is a main road, whenever there is an accident on four major highways, I can count on everyone getting off at my exit, cars backed up as far as the eye can see.
Because this is almost a daily occurrence, my car is backed into the driveway every night because going forward I need to go left, and good luck trying to back out into the line of traffic. No matter what time of night I attempt to back in the driveway for the morning, there is always someone on the road and in my way.
In the morning, I set out to turn left. My turn signal is always on. Some days people are courteous and let me in, maybe they realize how hard it is to live on a street that’s so busy. I like to think that sometimes.
Other times, I am confronted by the nastiest humans. Many mornings I get the one finger salute for having the audacity to want to come out of my driveway. Newsflash, I live here, you don’t. I also didn’t tell you to get off the highway and onto my street.
Some mornings people yell at me. A lot. Did I mention this is a two-lane street, with one going in each direction? It’s rare that I have to block one lane to get across, but if need be, it will happen. One guy started screaming because I blocked his way. I have no sympathy. Try having people block your driveway every day. They see me on the way out and pull up purposely so I can’t get out.
My favorite was the woman who motioned to me that I shouldn’t be turning left, that I should go the other way. It was all I could do to stay in the car.
One thing predictable about me is that I am unpredictable. Sometimes I respond finger to finger, tirade to tirade. I might instead laugh at their displeasure, which aggravates them even more. Sometimes I will beep and wave, thanks for nothing, jerk.
I’m not sure why the driveway hassle every day. It’s like letting me in front of them would somehow delay their commute, because they’re going nowhere fast in bumper-to-bumper traffic. We own two of our three vehicles outright, so I can justify unleashing the crazy when provoked. The local police tell me it’s illegal to block driveways, so all I have to do is record license plates to ruin someone’s day. Can’t we all just get along?