The Finger!

The other day I was driving home after a rather frustrating day of work and there was a man tale-gating me even though I was already going 5 over the speed limit. When I finally had the opportunity to merge over he slammed on his horn. I proceeded to give him the finger. I held my hand that brandished "the bird" out and allowed it to follow that dumb Toyota Tacoma until it was completely passed me. The driver also had a few expletives that he chose to yell out his window at me. Naturally, being the girl that I am, this has consumed my thoughts.

First of all, I have to say that I have never done that before. It was definitely a moment of weakness and I have to blame it on the fact that I really did have a rough day at work and there were many things happening that were completely out of my control, but again I do recognize that this was a moment of weakness on my part.

So, while I began to stew over this incident, I came up with many conclusions. First I kept thinking to myself about how I'm such a hypocrite. How dare he tale gate me and how dare he get mad at me for not going fast enough! When, just about every morning I get annoyed with every car in front of me while driving down Legacy Parkway for not going fast enough. Never mind that they are just following the speed limit because it's only 55 on that road, but that is beside the point. So really I am no better than this guys because I feel the exact same way that he does everyday. Then, I decided that I am not hypocritical because when I do get annoyed I keep it to myself and I don't act on that by honking at people. So, it was OK for me to be upset with this stupid guy in his stupid Toyota Tacoma. It was not however, OK for me to give him the finger and I think that I might always feel bad about it. I will say that it did feel kind of good to let out exactly what I was feeling at the exactly right moment.