I was driving home this morning from the BF's apartment when coming up behind me, I spotted Angry Arm Waving Hand Signal Girl. You know who I'm talking about. Full of violent hand gestures and an eternal cat-butt face.
This road we were on, well, it's notorious for being a speed trap. The limit is 35mph, and the majority of the town's police force likes to hang out along the two-three mile stretch where the speed limit is low. I was driving between 35 and 40. I sure as hell didn't want to be pulled over.
But that wasn't fast enough for Angry Arm Waving Hand Signal Girl. The moment she pulled in behind me, she started gesturing. Slamming her hands on the steering wheel. Sneering and taunting with loud words that I couldn't hear. I slowed to an even 35. The hand gesturing increased.
And then I slowed to a stop, turn signal on like a good little driver, sitting and waiting for the oncoming traffic to clear so I could turn left. And in the lane to my right, there was too much traffic for her to get over.
I chuckled. She was banging on the steering wheel, throwing her arms up in the air, inching closer to me.
Oh no! I could have turned then but the cars were going so fast. I waited until I couldn't see any oncoming cars. It took a while. I'm surprised she didn't explode.
Patience, people, patience.
This road we were on, well, it's notorious for being a speed trap. The limit is 35mph, and the majority of the town's police force likes to hang out along the two-three mile stretch where the speed limit is low. I was driving between 35 and 40. I sure as hell didn't want to be pulled over.
But that wasn't fast enough for Angry Arm Waving Hand Signal Girl. The moment she pulled in behind me, she started gesturing. Slamming her hands on the steering wheel. Sneering and taunting with loud words that I couldn't hear. I slowed to an even 35. The hand gesturing increased.
And then I slowed to a stop, turn signal on like a good little driver, sitting and waiting for the oncoming traffic to clear so I could turn left. And in the lane to my right, there was too much traffic for her to get over.
I chuckled. She was banging on the steering wheel, throwing her arms up in the air, inching closer to me.
Oh no! I could have turned then but the cars were going so fast. I waited until I couldn't see any oncoming cars. It took a while. I'm surprised she didn't explode.
Patience, people, patience.
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