Crazy Driver

I had an interesting drive to the train station this morning. As I approached my exit, an 18-wheel tractor-trailer was trying to merge onto the highway. I couldn't move into the left lane because a white truck was next to me and I needed to take the next exit anyway. The big-rig started merging into my lane like I wasn't there. I hit the gas and just barely escaped a terrible accident.

My feeling of relief didn't last long. The tractor-trailer (I'll just call it the truck from now on) driver blew his horn and gave me the finger. He almost crushed me between his truck and the white one and he was mad at ME!!! 95% of the time I would laugh at that. Most of my friends can't imagine me losing my temper, but....I don't feel well today and had no patience. I blew my horn and saluted him back.

It's not a good story, but unfortunately it didn't end there. When I took the exit for the train station, the truck took the same exit. That made sense--the train station is in a warehouse district. I passed the first warehouse, so did the truck. I passed ALL the warehouses, so did the truck. For some reason I started to feel amused--I was curious to see if he would take his rig into the train station parking lot. I turned into the train station, so did the truck.

Instead of parking where I normally do, I headed into the compact car parking lot. That crazy truck driver followed me in. A huge tractor-trailer in a compact car lot!!! Anyway, my plan was to loop around the lot and go out the other side--the truck was stuck in the lot and I could easily drive away to another station. But instead I hit the brakes. My momentary amusement at the truck driver's stupidity was replaced by anger. Who did that jerk think he was? Almost causing an accident and then stalking me!!! No way!

As I jumped out of my car, he hopped out of his rig. Have you ever seen "The Green Mile"? Remember the big guy with the weird powers? Yeah, him. The truck driver was his size. A freakin mountain. Time must slow down in moments like that, because I remember chuckling in my head and thinking, "Oh, my dad is going to be SO proud I died on my feet!!!"

But really I was still angry and it showed. I'm not sure why, maybe it was because of that thought about my dad, but as I charged towards the fellow I said, "Okay buddy, you tried to kill me once this morning, would you like to try again?" That startled him. He looked confused. He claimed the white truck waved him over and I cut him off. I corrected him.

You know what happened next? He apologized and shook my hand! Less than 60 seconds after being mad (crazy) enough to follow me into that lot, he was apologizing!!! I don't understand that. Maybe I startled him out of his anger. After we shook hands, I drove to the full-size parking lot and headed for the train. As the train pulled out I could see the truck still stuck in the parking lot...inching forward, inching back, inching forward, inching back. I'm sure he had a lot of explaining to do about why he was so late getting wherever he was supposed to be this morning. LOL!

Maybe someone should call the Pope because it's a small miracle this story ends with an "LOL". I'll get back to my usual light-hearted posting style next time (maybe about bees!), but this was just such an odd experience I wanted to write about it.