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8. No more mega commute.
This commute is really wearing me down. It’s bad enough that to some small degree, I find myself liking call because it means I don’t have to make the drive home.
Today, on a stretch of two-lane highway with no chance of passing (no dashed white line) for about 8 miles, I found myself sandwiched with a tailgater behind me, a slow person in front of me. I should have pulled over and gotten myself out of the sandwich, I know, but I wanted to get home.
After a while, there’s a long, straight bit of road with the dashed white line. There was no one ahead in the oncoming traffic lane — no one — so I passed. Safe, legal pass. I didn’t cut off the person in front of me, I just passed, but you would think I had run over her cocker spaniel. She honked and flashed her brights at me for the next minute. She didn’t speed up and tailgate me, but I found myself wondering if that was next.
I don’t know why stuff gets to me, but it does. My son says I stress out too much.
D.
That happens to me at least twice a month. I laugh. And zoom away.
My theory is that these people feel it’s their right and duty to make sure everyone else behaves exactly the way they do. They’re the same folks who sniff disapprovingly when you swim 25 minutes after eating, or let your kids go out in the rain without boots and an umbrella, or cross in the middle of the street.
Don’t move to Switzerland – many Swiss are more than happy to point out how you have broken one of the many restrictions on behaviour…
Chris, thanks, that puts it into perspective 🙂
Kira — examples! I want examples of restricted behavior in Switzerland! Let me guess . . . eating all of the marshmallows out of a cup of Swiss Miss Instant Chocolate?