I even changed lanes on I-40 today into one in which a crazy little white car, though a ways back, was obviously flying past most other cars. (But by now I've realized that everybody making this commute has to be out for themselves while on this road, so I've just joined in the attitude in order to keep myself sane on the drive.) After passing some slower cars, I switched lanes back again to the original one I was in. By now, the little white car has been tailgating me for a while. No biggie, now that I'm where I need to be for my exit, they can do whatever the heck they want to. Little white car proceeds to drive up beside me, and I look to see what crazy-little-white-car-driver looks like. I can't see though, because she is leaning all up on her steering wheel and checking her other blind spot as she simultaneously swerves into another lane away from me. But, in her hasty passing, I got a glimpse of something that made me do a double-take. Her toddler daughter, in the back seat, was as close to the window as could be, staring straight out at me, giving me the evil eye while shaking her head and making all her colorful hair clips in her braids flip around, and wagging her finger at me like she was
Thank goodness I was exiting.
And if that wasn't fun enough, once off the interstate, I got to enjoy some guy's R&B
Man, I just love Raleigh...
...It keeps my cynicism and sarcasm in check, and I'm now a healthy user of cross-outs and always proof my writing, just to make sure you guys don't get an overdose of cynical Sarah.