I was driving home today after...
Teaching/Tutoring all day.
In the middle of thinking about...
How to raise more money for LLS
My bike ride for LLS
Activities that I need to create for a curriculum development project I am in charge of
And I didn't notice I was on a road merging from two to one lane.
I was next to a minivan with a very large 65-ish-year-old woman in it. I turned my signal on.
She sped up.
I sped up.
She (yes, in her minivan) sped up.
I sped up some more so I could merge...and I made the mistake of looking in my rearview mirror. The not-so-little old lady was flipping me off...hand out the window...middle finger all the way up. She even did it in the way that I can't stand....sans thumb. Just middle finger out...pumping her hand at me.
A fire burned in me. I wanted to stop the car...I wanted to take a stand. I was going to let her know that she shouldn't go around pumping her flabby, swinging back and forth, cellulite ridden, sun spotted, wrinkled, and haggard arm at me.
But I took a breath.
She doesn't know me.
I let it go...
And laughed because her fucking weighed down minivan was almost faster than my car...and because she doesn't shave her armpits.