#79 - Don't Like Houston Traffic

We thought we'd avoid all the snarling 5 pm traffic, by picking my sister up at the airport on a Saturday! No such luck. The Beltway was down to 1 lane for construction and a major fender-bender caused a huge slowdown as we're neared Bush International.  But a funny thing is, I've grown calmer about driving issues with these months of cancer.  Just so I get there and I don't get in an accident, who cares. We just allow enough time.

I wasn't quite the same way last week when the kids were at home and we headed out to lunch.  Don was avoiding Highway 6 traffic and took us on a quieter route by the library and post office.  There wasn't another car on the road, when a sluggish sedan pulled out from a church lot right in front of us and drove 20 in a 35, I was found myself annoyed. "Dad, why didn't you honk." one of the kids questioned. "Mom doesn't like me to honk."  He laughed. It's true, I hate to honk when I don't know the story.  A sad person, lost in thought or an anxious elder... But this time I groaned with the others.  The car was plastered with rude bumper stickers supporting a candidate who scares me.  And lots of angry, gun support stickers as well.

"Pull up beside this car!"  I asked Don, when we turned onto Highway 6. I have to see who this is. It was a middle-aged man, texting away, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.  "That's ridiculous!"  I was ready for my road rage. "Pull up next to him at the light. I'm going to roll down my window, get his attention, smile and remove my wig." 

The kids laughed in the back and then begged me not to.  I guess I really didn't want to mortify my kids.  But I did want to confuse that man.  I like to ease my stress by confusing bad people.  I'm not sure what that says about me.