Anger Management
While driving home today a man on the freeway with a neatly coiffed grey beard and white-collar Modena shirt and tie cut across two lanes of traffic directly in front of me, sped up to catch up to somebody in the slow lane, and flipped him the bird. Mr. Angry Professional guy then slammed on the brakes of his beige Lexus and came to a full stop on the freeway. As I passed this genetic defect I saw him flipping off the people who were now skidding to a stop behind him.
I’m unsure what was up with this guy. Was he taking out his pent-up office aggression on anybody unfortunate enough to be within his direct vicinity? Did he have a bad boardroom meeting? Did somebody steal his reserved parking spot? Was his pb&j pilfered from the break room refrigerator? Whatever the case I decided that, because I had the baby in my car, I was going to just steer clear of this enraged individual.
And that’s how my work day ended, nearly getting into a high speed car accident with an infuriated Kenny Rogers.
Moron.
