A not so funny road rage thing happened on our way to dinner…

Still trying to make sense of this so figured I’d write about it and see if that works it out.

Saturday night, Mike and I decided to go out to dinner at a place near our home. We were taking my car and I drove. Off we went, until I got to a road near our home that is so horribly pitted with potholes it’s nearly impossible to avoid them. I have a sporty sedan and low profile tires so I drive pretty gingerly. The high profile trucks and SUVs tend to barrel on through but I like my axels right where they are. I’d looked back and the only person behind us was way back and I had no one oncoming. So I slowed way done to weave through best I could; I hit a particularly bad patch so swung over partially into the oncoming lane (still no traffic) clears about a 7 foot stretch and then swung back into my lane.

As I’m swinging back, I glance in my mirror and suddenly there was someone RIGHT THERE. A guy in a blue SUV who had decided to, apparently, pass me on the right while I was over. He laid on his horn and got right on my bumper and was doing your basic douchebag moves. Mike may have offered up a salute of his own in response. I’m only going about 15 and am still working through the worst of the road.

Blue SUV then swings out, passes us and cuts right in front of me and jams on his breaks. I’m figuring he’s going to just be a jerk for a bit and then we all move on. Whatever.

But he doesn’t. Instead he stopped his vehicle and just sat there. I had cars behind us now and honking and a couple of vans coming the other way. So I can’t move and he sits. Mike, who clearly has more presence of mind than I do, gets his phone out and snaps a couple of pictures of the guys plate. After about a minute, he gets out of his SUV and walks towards our car, to Mike on the passenger side. He’s average height and build, dark complected and, I’d guess, late 30s or a bit more. He wasn’t rushing the car or anything – but he walked up.

Mike took his picture – at this point, we didn’t know what was going down. When he got right up to the car, Mike opened his door so that it forced the guy to back up and asked him what he thought he was doing. He yells that I tried to run him off the road (seriously?). Mike told him to back away and the guy keeps talking and now he’s focused on Mike. I tell mike to get back in the car – I want out of there! Mike sits but the guy comes closer so Mike snaps a picture of him. He screams “you can’t do that” and grabs Mike’s phone. So Mike has to get out of his seat again and grab the phone back while the guy is yelling at him “you can’t tape me did you just tape me…” I looked up and noticed a couple of cars stopped and watching; Mike yelled at him to get his truck the hell out of the way. He walked back, got in and pulled off.

But our story doesn’t end here, friends. He turned left onto the next major street and so did I. This one is 4 lanes so I stayed well back and let him go his way. Then we both end up making a right onto Telegraph. I went into the far left lane and he was a few lanes to the left. I wasn’t up to speed yet and he cuts over two lanes right in front of me and I’m thinking not again but he goes into the turn lane. Now the restaurant I was heading for was the next left, so I eased into the turn lane and look back to see Asshole has pulled back out into traffic and now is zipping up behind me. I sit for a bit till traffic is clear and cut across into the restaurant lot. And so does he. Shit.

I look at Mike and were both dumbfounded. He suggests I pull forward to the valet. We got out and the guy slowly cruises by. At this point, I wanted out of the car but we find out there’s a long wait and we’re discussing if we should stay when the guy slowly drives by again! I tell Mike I’m not comfortable with my car in the lot with this guy out there waiting to damage it. The valets say they can keep,it up front for a while. We dither a bit and decide to leave. We’d pointed him out to the valets in case they had any issues and we drove off. As we were pulling out, we saw him walking into the restaurant. That was the end of it. We had dinner elsewhere and went home.

I’m posting this because it was scary and horrid. It was like he was looking for something, for trouble. I don’t know if he’d planned to go to the same restaurant as us all along or if he was coming in to find us. Shudder.

I’m also posting in case he does anything in the future. We’ll keep the photos, just in case. I don’t know if he snapped any of us when he got behind us or circled us in the parking lot. But hopefully this is the end.


If you could, who would you choose to spend five minutes with?

I’m sure we’ve all seen this one; the lovely scene with the bench and a question asking who you’d most want to spend an hour with, right here, on this bench.

For me, it was quick and so easy – my parents.
For my mom, we lost her so suddenly. I never had a chance to say good bye. And I’d like to know how we did after she left – how well did my siblings and I do, trying to fill a bit of her role as,caregiver to our dad. I’d want her to know I’m stressed and too busy and worry about my kids but think I’m doing okay.

With dad, we did have a chance to talk. We knew his time was limited and we did our best to talk things through. But, in the end, I had to sign that paper in the hospital that said yes, stop life saving measures and begin hospice care. I signed for the surgery that made him worse, not better and I signed to let him die. Did I do that right? I’d really love to hear from hi that it was all ok. And he is with mom and he’ll be there for me.

What about you?

My thoughts on a page.

I saw this picture first on Aoibheanns Pink Tie facebook page . A fabulous charity helping families of children with cancer.  I originally saw it a few weeks ago, but the question it asks has stayed with me.
Who would I like to sit with?

Would I chose a famous figure from the past? Someone I really admired such as Nelson Mandela or Helen Keller? Or what about Jesus? That would surely answer a few questions of mine. If He turned up I’d know I’d better go visit a church!

To be given such an opportunity would be an honour, but amazing as it would be to spend time with these people, I would trade an hour with them for just five minutes with my Dad.Aoibheanns pink tie photo

In that five minutes I would want to sit with him and look out over the mountains of Allihies. As we would sit together…

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Hi Mom, again

This past July 9 was the 7th anniversary of my Mom’s passing. In honor of that, I’m reblogging an old post of mine I wrote back on her birthday (back when I had like 2 readers). Thanks for listening!

Here Be Dragons

Today would be my mom’s 87th birthday.

She isn’t here any more – we lost her at the age of 80 to complications from pancreatic cancer. She hadn’t even started her chemo/radiation yet.  Once night she complained she wasn’t feeling well. Later that night, she woke my dad and told him to call the doctor.  He left the room for a moment, came back and she was gone. Blood clot in the lungs was the informed guess from her physician.

When she died, it was like the center of our world went dark.  For my father, 82 at the time and with myriad health issues, the sun had ceased to shine when his wife of 61 years left him behind.  For us, it was simply astounding.  Mom was the strong one, the capable and steady one.  My father was battling so many health woes – cancer, CHF, kidney failure (caused…

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Caturday: A Philosophical Question of Perception

My take is that the cat doesn’t give a shit once I’ve walked out my door. Because he is a cat.

Human Writes

Caturday: A Philosophical Question of Perception

The Situation: I had a cat who for her six years of life had never been outside of my apartment. The apartment had only two doors, one for the closet, and one door opening to the stairway outside. My cat spent a lot of time in the closet…dark, floor a jumble of snow boots and shoes, and a sky of coats and jackets. I never went in the closet, but used the front door, several times a day, or twice a day, leaving in the morning and returning in the evening. She had her door, I had mine. Any time I returned from a short trip, or an entire day outdoors, she would be sitting there in the entryway, waiting for me.

My Question: With my cat’s limited experience with doors, did she think that I spent hours, or whole days in a closet? I could think of no other reference…

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