Sarcastic Bastard

i had a number of ideas for topics today, including: "the pope: why won't he die?" and "sarchasm: the ironing is lost on some people"...but the fact is, i'm too tired to write long diatribes about either of those right now.

what i would like to talk about is what i've just named "reverse road rage". as we all know, standard road rage occurs when, for example, a person is cut off in traffic and gets angry and retaliates. there are a number of levels of retaliation, ranging from honking the horn and flashing your brights (which is what i do), to getting out of your car at the next light and yelling at the person (which is what scary dave does), all the way up to taking some sort of crude weapon and beating the driver and/or his/her car into a pulp.

but here's the funny thing...often (and this happened to me on my drive home from work tonight), the driver who did the infraction gets mad at the victim for merely pointing out their displeasure with them. here's how it happened: a jerkass in a chevy blazer cut me off. i honked my horn; simply my way of saying "kind sir, it was most impolite of you to change into my lane without signalling, causing me to hit the deceleratrix with more force than necessary" (a long sentence requires holding the horn for quite a while). i then flicked on my high beams; again, my way of saying "perhaps you were unable to see me properly earlier, so i'd like to assist your sight impairedness". anyway, to make a long story slightly less long, after i finally passed the guy (i don't appreciate being behind someone who is likely to cut me off again at some point), HE gave ME the finger!

i can only assume that was his way of acknowledging that he's a complete fuckwad.

posted by leor @ 22:37