Road Rage
After five years here in the Middle East, the driving has “not” improved. I live ten minutes from work and in that time can possibly have 2 to 3 accidents. A couple of days ago I came through a roundabout…now I am sure you know what they are. (Apparently, the roundabout in Washington, DC is unbelievable.) Anyway, sometimes you can go around and around and around a roundabout before you can actually get out. It’s like skipping rope…you do remember French skipping?
As I was saying, I was coming through the roundabout a couple of days ago when I looked quickly in my rear view mirror. There I saw three pairs of eyes or rather…the whites of eyes looking at me…and they were all in the back seat. Now man you can’t get much closer than that!!!
I never knew what road rage was but now I am the master at controlling it. Everyone I know talks to themselves when they are driving, that is unless they have someone else in the car…and then it can get very entertaining.
I have a friend of mine who got married to a wonderful man; she was a wonderful woman until she got behind the wheel. After the wedding and the honeymoon, the husband stayed in America for a couple of months and then joined his beautiful wife in the Middle East. They were sharing wedded bliss. Then one day not long after his arrival, they both got in the car…okay, wrong move!
The beautiful wife was behind the wheel. All went well until suddenly they were cut off as they approached a roundabout. Some guy thought that he could cross the middle lane into her lane (she was in the middle lane), and then proceed to the left lane to turn left. With that the beautiful wife started cursing and swearing up and down…words that the husband had never ever heard before…especially from his beautiful wife.
Roxy