My wife tells me it's a "man thing." Driving that is.
Women, for the most part drive just to get somewhere. For men, the drive itself is a race, or at the very least an exercise in jockeing for position. Guys know exactly what I mean. You're going down the highway in the passing lane, moving up on the outside to pass a truck. In your rear view mirror you spot a car barreling down the inside lane to try and shoot past you and cut over just before you get to the truck. But, no way brother. We step on the gas to make sure that guy gets pinched off and has to back off or ram into the back end of the truck.
I've always said that if I was a preacher I would do a sermon entitled "You can tell you're a Christian by the way you drive." There is no greater exercise in self discipline than driving. You know what I mean. You're bumping along in stalled traffic on the interstate when you notice a fellow darting down the shoulder of the road, trying to bully past everybody to get off at the next exit. He comes to you right where the road narrows and now he's trying to squeeze in front of you. So what do you do"? Do you swallow hard, mumble under your breath and let him in, or do you get as close to the car in front of you and dare him to try. Ask your preacher what to do.
Tailgating is another thing. Do it to me and it takes every ounce of will power that I have to keep from letting you by and then getting on your tail.
But you don't even have to have anybody else around. I'm convinced the good Lord put a stop sign just at the bottom of the hill where I work to see if I'll obey that sign and stop at 11pm when there's nobody around to see. Or we run through a red light because it wasn't "real" red yet.
It's one story, or excuse after another.
I'm slowly getting a little better. Better at not rolling through stop signs. Better at not running red lights. Better at not tailgating, cutting people off or squeezing somebody into the ditch on the side of the road if they try to pass me on the inside. It takes a deep breath and about 30 seconds to get my head back on straight.
If you want to get started, start with the wave. The next time somebody, who's in just as big a hurry as you are, lets you into line, give them a "thanks" wave in the rear window. You might make their day. I know it does me. I know I ought to be better than that, but a wave will keep the smoke from coming out of my ears.
It's the little things that can change your day from sour to sweet.
Let's start with the wave.