A California Bitch. Up my ass.

I worked both yesterday and today, and on both of my morning commutes, a horrible woman in a shitcan nissan was tailgating me, with a revvy busted-up muffler that made lots of noise. Her car was a piece of shit.

The first day that she rode my ass, I was so perturbed, I didn't even care about coughing up the $500 deductible on the insurance for this Mercedes I inherited, were I to encounter a situation to invoke it. I guess I shoulda gone with the $250 deductible, but it was too late to worry about that.

I was angry, so I played all those silly stop-start games people had used on me when I was a tailgater. It didn't seem to work. She didn't even give me the bird once. She just kept driving up in my grill.

When I saw her again today, RIGHT behind me in the same place, 24 hours later, I couldn't even bother fighting her. It was such a stupid coincidence, but she had worn me down and I didn't want to fight back. I just pulled to the side of the street and let her pass me, wherein she began tailgating the guy ahead of me, but I was a lot happier once she was gone. I must have been, because I resumed singing to my Jacques Brel CD.

Some people are just VERY self centered. The woman in the shitty car's unappealing behavoir was very effective in her quest to get ahead of me, and I certainly didn't like the feeling of being left behind, so maybe there is a lesson to be learned from tailgaters. I might start tailgating again.