I was on my way to brunch with my husband and kiddo, a family celebration for our wedding anniversary. I was driving, and our nine-year-old was in the back seat. The sun was out, birds were chirping, everything was beautiful.
Then you pulled up next to us in your large, white SUV. You stopped just ahead of us, blocking the crosswalk at a busy intersection. Hanging your head out the window, you felt the need to scream, “Learn how to drive, you fucking bitch,” and then you peeled out.
My kid was scared. I was pissed, and took a picture. I wanted to file a police report, but no one is answering the non-emergency phone. And there are plenty of worse things happening in the world. But seriously, fuck you for your over-the-top anger at someone you don’t know for driving the speed limit on a gorgeous Sunday morning.
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I have a long-term friend who says “Drive like a human!” He’d be really upset if he thought I was being truthful when I say “you’re a jerk.”
It’s just driving – our culture has a pathology about it.
@1
I’ll never cease to be amazed at how people can justify such assholery. Seattle seems to be particularly good at it.
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Yeah, what she said.
Hmmmmm. There are laws about driving, and then there are social rules. My guess is you brought this upon yourself by driving poorly, blissed-out and thinking more about your “kiddo” than to the traffic and the driving happening all around you. The fact that you were surprised by the presence of the car behind you is evidence enough. If you want to listen to the birds and look at the beautiful scenery, pull over and stop the car.
Amen, @5. “Kiddo” is a credibility-killer. Demeaning language objectifying a child. And, indeed, driver was very likely tuned out, like so many Puget Sound drivers. Puget Sound, where every driving day is a Sunday. Pokey, pokey, which one’s the gas again, Martha?
@5, @6. Totally agree. No one does that unprompted. Also, a police report? Really?
I mean, I’m sure there are plenty of bad and angry drivers in large white SUVs, but one in particular that I always found in my neighborhood once tailgated me for several blocks late at night on a narrow street as we wound down a hill. Oh and I was on a bike. Was it a Cadillac per chance? Sigh, so life goes in a city burdened by cars.