The Drive to Work

I had an epiphany on my way to work this morning, as I sped up to prevent a slow-moving and vision-obscuring construction vehicle from getting in front of me on the freeway: one day all of the folks I terrorize and fuck over on the way to work are going to be waiting for me in the parking lot at my place of employment. They will likely be armed with guns, pitchforks, torches, and baseball bats dipped in glue then rolled in broken glass. How many times have I nearly caused an accident by diving in front of another car, when there really wasn't enough space, to prevent the inconvenience of having to make a u-turn to come back to make my turn? How many times have I given the bird in response to a honking disapproval of having nearly caused an accident? How many times have I denied a larger vehicle the space in front of me to keep my field of vision nice and wide, only to give them the finger as I sped up? I doubt that there are many folks who would describe me as a nice guy, and the folks I share the freeway with in the morning would probably describe me in less flattering terms than the people that I work and live with. If you happen to be one of the folks who drives east on Airport Freeway, just south of DFW Airport, between Bedford Road and Amon Carter between 7:20 and 7:30 during the week, and have not been assaulted by a little blue Civic in the right lane, then I wanted to take this opportunity to say "fuck you"...see ya at the lynching.