This evening I was cruising along down the highway, headed into town to swoop up the Monster. I was doing about 60mph. 5 over the limit you know. And I'll admit....I was talking on my phone.
I do my best talking while driving. It's pretty much the only time I get to talk with a little bit of peace and quiet. I know, I know. I shouldn't be talking and driving. It's dangerous...blah blah blah. At least I don't text and drive.
So I'm talking to my GG, and I notice in my rearview that someone is right on my bumper. Tailgating me real bad. And a big FYI, I hate tailgaters. I don't do it myself. I don't let my husband do it and yes....I will stomp my breaks if you are too close to me. Dangerous behavior again, I know. I know.
Anyways, this tailgating car behind me appeared to be a granny car. Ironic since I was talking to my granny at the time (but she doesn't drive a car like that). But you know what I mean. Something big and long and in the family of an Oldsmobile or Cadillac. We get to a passing zone and Mr. Tailgater zooms around me and cuts back in merely inches from my front bumper. My jaw dropped when I realized that Mr. Tailgater had to be at least 80. Wearing a suit and tie and driving like a bat out of hell. Then... he throws up the bird in his back window. Dude flipped me off! I was flabbergasted.
So I replayed what had just happened to my GG and she said "Well, I bet that made you mad."
I replied, "No, not really. I'm shocked that it was an old man who did it. I guess he was just late for church."
You've got to understand where I live to get it. But believe you me...it's funny.