You Can’t Please Everyone

So yesterday I am driving back from Buckley, WA after performing a wedding. I am mackin’ my four-door, ’91, five-on-the-floor, pink (it literally says PNK under the COLOR column on the title), with 219,000 miles to-YO-ta Corolla. My wife is on my right side chillin’ with the seat laid back in hopes to catch more wind that is passing through the window as there is no AC in my hoopty. I love the car primarily for its fuel economy as I can get roughly 40mpg on the highway. So there we are, just the two of us, riding along in the commuter lane on a sunny Saturday afternoon with not a care in the world.

Before I continue, I must share with you that I used to drive like a bat out of worm fiery cave. It was not uncommon for me to receive regular horns beeping or friendly finger jestures flying while I was tooling down the road. Since getting the pink ride, I have committed to slowing it down a bit. It is not uncommon to find me kicking it in the slow lane with the cruise control set to 64mph.

So back to the story – I am kicking along with my wife at my side at 64mph in the commuter lane with light traffic all around. When all the sudden hommie G (some 60+ year old guy) in his caddy comes flying up on my tail flashing his lights at me. I’M IN THE COMMUTER LANE! I’ve got the cruise control engaged. I’m chillin’ with my wife have just finished officiating a wedding! I am trying to do the good thing and now I’ve got this guy on my bumper. Eventually he somewhat recklessly makes his way around me and then proceeds to mouth some words that started with an … sailor fell into A HOLE… and then flashed a gang symbol that I could hardly recognize as not only was his middle finger in the air but his pinky and thumb were also extended.

Moral of the story, I can’t please everyone with my driving.

Posted by matthew gamble on July 31, 2006 at 07:33 PM
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