Welcome to Does This Happen to you where we explore the more bizarre and unusual elements of getting through your day. I always appreciate your comments. I’d love to hear stories about your day.
After being left eating the dust of the BMW on the east side of the mountain pass, I’m bombing along the winding roadway at the speed limit. Its July 4, JJ and Benny, our dogs, are riding quietly in the back seat and I’m making good time.
Suddenly a minivan’s nose sits in my rearview mirror. Then, we hit a curve and it’s gone. The road straightens and the nose is back, riding my Audi’s ass. The next curve, it’s gone again. Ah, the perils of this particular pass, it’s the “I don’t do curves, but I can do 70 on the straight away” driver. It’s one notch down from the headlight flasher in my book.
And speaking of headlight flashers, my friend Tracey met a car charades artist on the road this week. Here is her story.
“I had a freeway encounter with a crazy woman yesterday. We were sitting in 5-mile-an-hour traffic and I think she thought I was on my phone, which I wasn’t. She pulled up beside me, honked and waved furiously, clearly yelling something. So, I changed lanes to be behind her. After a bit, she yelled and motioned – only this time I got what she was saying, “Keep your eyes on the f-ing road!”
Just a thought: How would she know whether or not my eyes were on the road if HER eyes were on the road? I so wanted to take a picture with my cell phone, but thought that might push her over the edge.”
Tracey is good at charades. I’d never have figured it out. Have you played car charades lately with another driver?