A Case of the Mondays
I work in the Brentwood/Maryland Farms area and almost every morning, will stop by Starbucks for an iced Venti coffee. Unsweetened. I try to get out of my car to go inside, especially if the drive-thru line is hella long and it typically is.
My first week of work, I remember almost driving headlong into a car. The entrance and exit to the parking lot for that strip mall is two lanes on each side. The lanes that exit onto the main strip has a lane going left and one going right. The day that accident almost happened, it was a silver Honda.
I've witnessed it happening a couple more times since then, and every time I turn out of the Starbucks lot, I brace myself for another moron turning into oncoming traffic.
Thank goodness I had my wits about me this morning because sure enough, a silver Honda turned left into my lane. I honked my horn until she saw me, by which point I'd swerved into the right turn lane. She had her window open and stopped as she drove by me. I saw her mouth something so I opened my window.
"Excuse me!" said a very Southern sounding woman with crazy curly hair who looked to be in her 50's.
I waved her on. She was, after all, in my lane and I needed to go left.
"I said excuse me!"
"Yes??"
"There was no need to honk at me."
"YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!"
"I am??? Oh my!"
And then my head exploded.
My first week of work, I remember almost driving headlong into a car. The entrance and exit to the parking lot for that strip mall is two lanes on each side. The lanes that exit onto the main strip has a lane going left and one going right. The day that accident almost happened, it was a silver Honda.
I've witnessed it happening a couple more times since then, and every time I turn out of the Starbucks lot, I brace myself for another moron turning into oncoming traffic.
Thank goodness I had my wits about me this morning because sure enough, a silver Honda turned left into my lane. I honked my horn until she saw me, by which point I'd swerved into the right turn lane. She had her window open and stopped as she drove by me. I saw her mouth something so I opened my window.
"Excuse me!" said a very Southern sounding woman with crazy curly hair who looked to be in her 50's.
I waved her on. She was, after all, in my lane and I needed to go left.
"I said excuse me!"
"Yes??"
"There was no need to honk at me."
"YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!"
"I am??? Oh my!"
And then my head exploded.
