The Special People
I’ve always considered myself just an average normal person. I don’t expect special treatment, no matter the circumstances. Lately however, I’ve noticed how I’m surrounded by the privileged people. They don’t have to follow the rules that apply to the rest of us.
Last week, I was behind a car…actually it was a big SUV. The kind people buy because they’re good in the snow. Of course any vehicle is OK in the snow if you’re only going two miles an hour. You know, the way these idiots drive their SUV’s.
Anyway, I’m behind this person at the red light. When the light turned green, no movement. I gave them the benefit of the doubt for a moment. After they still weren’t moving, I tapped my horn as a little courtesy reminder. After they still didn’t move, I hit the horn a little longer…I may have put down my window and told them the light was green…OK, maybe not in those exact words.
Well, as they finally began moving forward…because that’s what you do at a green light, a woman’s arm came out of the driver’s side window and gave me the finger. I guess I didn’t give her time to finish her text.
That’s when I yelled out an apology…well, it started off with “I’m Sorry…” There may have been some profanity mixed in with my sincere regret. The nicest things that came out of my mouth after “I’m sorry,” may have been “Moron” and “Jackass!” I didn’t realize I was dealing with a special person at the time.
