But I only had a few minutes to grab lunch before my next meeting. I did a u-turn and went back to go down a side road and get out of school traffic hell. Very aware that I was still in a school zone I was going maybe 13 miles an hour. I went to turn right onto the side street and "TWEEEEET" the crossing guard was glaring at me.
Maybe I'm not supposed to turn? I look over again and she's doing that "slow it down" hand tamp thing. I look at her like "SERIOUSLY?" She keeps glaring. And whistling. What. The. Fuck?
I HATE THAT. I hate when people accuse me of speeding when I'm not. It makes me furious. It's happened 3 times in the past 2 years and each time I have been tempted to get out of the car and be like "WHAT?!"
The last time was a guy in a neighborhood on the way to dog daycare. I drove by at 25 mph and he screams, "SLOW DOWN!!!!!!" My radio was on and I could still hear him. He is LUCKY I didn't get out of my car and stomp my way over there and demand to see his speed gun.
The time before that was at the airport on a very crowded day. I stopped to pick up a friend at the curb and the security guard knocked on my window and told me to watch my speed. I was so incredulous that I actually said, "Me?" And she was all attitude, "I'm TALKING to you, right?"
I don't have a fast looking car. It's not like that commercial where the dog runs into the car because it looks like it's going fast when it's actually parked. I haven't had a speeding ticket since 1999. I'm not going to say I'm perfect because I do stupid stuff just like the next person.
This side of myself is a surprise.
What's your irrational rage trigger?