Got Flipped off by a Cobra Yesterday

[lal Naja]

Getting into a vehicle, turning the key for some, seems to turn off a portion of the logical brain. Some sort of primitave instinct must kick in. A few times in my life I have seen perfectly logical and sensative people turn into raging impatient loones when behind the wheel.

So what if you miss a light, it's a matter of a few minutes and what does that matter in the whole scheme of life which lasts about 42,000,000 minutes.

How often would anyone jump a line of people waiting to buy a movie ticket, or waiting in line to do anything else? Or how often do you see anyone push their way through a store or on a side walk. But put a mild mannered person in a metal box on wheels and the Jeklyll & Hyde syndrome takes over.

A couple of years ago a taxi I was in pulled into a line of slow traffic. Something commonly done in the city I live in. Well the driver and passanger behind us was not pleased and blasted the horn. Then the driver pulled on to the wrong side of the road to overtake us while the passenger pulled a hand gun and pointed it at the cab driver who ducked. Then the gun was pointed at me and I was in the rear seat. Was not the most comfortable feeling I assure you.

From that day I realized that at any point in time while in traffic, an action or infraction, however advertent, could end in dire circumstances.

What would you do if you were with your family behind a car that missed a light. Blow your horn? What then if a bunch of enraged hoodlums got out and terrorized you and your family. Was it worth the toot?