The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Road Rage

The View from a Drawbridge

I wrote this story because I was inspired by an idiot who nearly ran me off the practically empty interstate at 11 pm one night. I felt like venting and writing fiction. Indulge me.

He watched as the accident that he caused receded in his rearview mirror. He didn’t mean for that to happen. It probably wouldn’t have happened at all if that stupid woman knew how to drive, or listened to him when he tried to show her, but no.

She had been driving in the left lane. The left freakin’ lane. Why do people do that? It’s almost always a woman, too, isn’t it? He rode her bumper and flashed his lights for a quarter mile, and she refused to budge. There was nothing for it but to pass her on the right.

So he whipped out into the right lane, rolled down his window and shouted at her. He threw an empty beer can at her window for good measure. Sometimes it feels good to tell someone what an idiot they are.

She looked scared. Good. Serves her right. And it’s not like anyone else was on the road to set her straight.

He decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. Show her what it feels like to be forced to ride someone’s bumper for a change. He swerved over in front of her, leaving inches to spare.

How was he supposed to know that she would pull her steering wheel sharply to the left? And right next to a retaining wall, too. Who was expecting her damned car to flip like that? Not him. She should have known better, right?

Not his fault, not his problem. And this is the interstate, so someone would surely be along soon to check on the stupid woman. He drove on, as his favorite talk show host ranted over the radio about feminazis.

The next day, he checked the news, but saw nothing. That probably meant that she was fine. That’s good. Even though it wasn’t his fault and he tried to tell her.

If people would just listen, he wouldn’t have to shout. It really made him angry, how they never listen. It just wasn’t right. Making them listen is important, and he had a lot to say.

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