A driver changed lanes and moved right behind me. No, that's not the disturbing part. I saw the driver in my rearview mirror, and s/he was grinning at me. I did not recognize this person. They had white hair cropped short and I still don't know the person's gender; I couldn't tell (and it's not really relevant to the story). But s/he appeared to be grinning at me -- not just smiling, but full on, teeth showing, grinning.
I didn't know this person. I tried to surreptitiously look around me. Was there something hilarious happening around me on the highway? Was the back end of my car suddenly amusing? I don't have any bumper stickers on my car nor do I have a vanity license plate, so there was nothing funny for the grinning person to read. I was wearing sunglasses, so the person couldn't seem me continuing to glance in my rear view mirror to check on them. But every time I did, they were still grinning. Their FACE WASN'T MOVING. AT ALL. Just frozen in that psychotic, unblinking, perma-grin, with several white teeth showing. For the next quarter of a mile in stop-and-go rush hour traffic.
|He's so much prettier when he smiles!|
Not ten minutes later during the same commute, I was nearly killed! Well, if not killed, then nearly severely injured!
I was in the exit lane to go from one interstate to the other, and traffic was backed up. We were all at an almost complete stop, brake lights for as far as the eye could see. And it wasn't a sudden "oh crap, everyone is stopping!" kinda deal. We were pretty much on our brakes from the time we turned on our blinkers to get into that lane (those of us conscientious drivers who actually use our blinkers, that is). So I'm sitting there, paying attention to the cars in front of me, and when I hear super loud tire squealing from behind.
I immediately glance out my side mirror, and I can see a burgundy car barreling toward me. The driver who was immediately behind me pulled all the way on the shoulder (to the right), another driver was pulling toward the left, to get out of this maniac's way. The maniac (a young woman, BTW) started to pull toward the left as she was squealing her brakes and narrowly avoided slamming into me -- me, who had nowhere else to go. And then she had the nerve to still try to get into said exit lane. I gestured broadly Please! Go Ahead! I didn't want to be anywhere near her.
Is it any wonder I continually look for jobs that would allow me to work from home? Oh, except I don't have a home (see: Disaster Destruction Displacement 2016). More on that later...