A few days ago, I told the friend that we had to make use of the sunny Sunday that was forecast. "It could be the last one for a long time" I said.
I am glad we put that sunny day to good use. Boy has the weather changed since then. Typhoon-like conditions. Wind. Rain. Not the drip-drip variety rain, but the rain that comes down in buckets. The rain with the huge drops that almost crack open my bald head.
Autumn in Oregon.
The sudden change in the season has upset some people, apparently.
On the road, as the two lanes were merging, I noticed the two vehicles ahead of me were on par with each other. Clearly neither driver wanted to yield to the other. I slowed down and gave myself even more space than I normally do. I didn't want to become a victim in their game of chicken.
Finally, almost at the last minute, one vehicle's brake lights flashed for a second and the other vehicle went ahead. Collision avoided.
I was so focused on the drama in front of me that I did not know about the drama that was unfolding behind me. It was another case of road rage, with neither driver yielding to another. I tuned into that show at the final stages.
I saw one driver raise the hands over the steering wheel, in frustration maybe. And almost immediately, the hand of the other driver came out. And then the one-finger salute.
I tell ya, these people do not deserve to be in Oregon.
A couple of minutes later, another lane opened up. I moved over to the slow lane, of course. The finger-driver's vehicle shot past me in the other lane. It was a woman.
Which is when I wondered whether a woman showing the finger makes any sense at all. When a man shows his finger, there is the suggested threat with the finger representing the penis. There is nothing literal when a woman shows the finger, right?
Because I was in the slow lane, the fingered-driver's vehicle caught up with me. The driver was a woman in this case too.
But, here is the worst thing: In the passenger seat was a young girl, who perhaps was about twelve or thirteen. I felt awful that the kid was exposed to such a terrible behavior.
I suppose this is also a part of life. Kids get to see angry people. Homeless people. Sick people. All kinds of people.
It is one crazy world.
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