As soon as we entered the big city yesterday, Big Bore shifted the car and his attitude into bitch mode. The drivers there drive him crazy and, I'm sorry to say, he's not totally to blame. Cell phone talkers are the number one offenders on his list, but close behind, sometimes too close, are those drivers who fail to use signal lights and just assume others have psychic abilities to know where in the world the dumb @$$ is headed. Then, there are the speeders and the cutter-offers, and the clueless who don't know they can move forward when the light turns green. They ALL turn Big Bore into one ball of nerves and when he gets that way, I get that way.At noon we stopped for a leisurely lunch and walk around a lake, which calmed us down, but then it was right back to the insanity---this time trying to find our way around the new exits off a "fly-by." We knew where we wanted to go, we could see where we wanted to go, but actually getting there was like maneuvering a rat's maze.
We're going back to the city a week from tomorrow. Valium may be in order.
3 comments:
I never thought in my 60's would Ron 'dump' me off in such traffic mess as DFW area!! I'm still the small town gal, but learning to deal with talkers, eaters, speeders, weavers, jerks, etc.
Don't know how you do it on a daily basis, Kayle.
Oh, you just learn the game and then I figure some will see it's just an "ole' lady" driver who goes the speed limit
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