Yesterday I was on my way to the store to purchase a computer chair (since I had been using a dining room chair that was killing my back), and was rear-ended while sitting at a stop light. I have never been rear-ended before and never want to be ever again. It scared the shit out of me when it happened. I was just sitting at the light thinking about plans for the day when all of the sudden my car lurched forward violently. Luckily, I did not hit the car in front me. At first I thought maybe my car malfunctioned or something. Then I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw the girl in the car behind me with her hand over her mouth. And then I remember getting pissed, real fast.

Now, for those of you who don’t know me, I have very tamed road rage. I rarely honk my horn or even say anything out loud when someone pisses me off on the road. But lately, it’s been bad. I am tired of idiot drivers on the road. And I am tired of there never being a cop around when you need one. But then, I hate it when people call the police when the two parties can figure it out for themselves. It doesn’t seem like there were any witnesses yesterday.

I pulled into the gas station that was on the corner after the girl hit me and immediately got out of my car with my cell phone in my hand, just in case the police needed to be called. I headed for the back of the car expecting the worst damage possible. I stared at the bumper in shock. Nothing. Not even a scratch. Then this weird admiration for my car’s bumper took over. I have one hell of a sturdy bumper. The other girl came over and saw that there was no damage and when we looked at the front of her car there was none on hers either. She apologized a lot and told me that her foot slipped off the break and her car rolled forward. It seems weird since she hit with me with a force to make my car almost punch the one in front of me, but I wasn’t complaining…yet.

It was when I was in the store purchasing my computer chair that I got this horrible pounding headache. After talking to some people they think it was the combination of the impact and then my adrenaline rush. It was a horrible practically debilitating headache. When I arrived home after meeting my mother for lunch I took some tylenol and felt a little better. It seemed to become a dull ache that lingered with me the whole day.

Later in the day I went to pick up my room-mate so we could run some errands, and that’s when I realized I had snapped somewhat. My patience for idiot drivers had completely run out. I gave quite a few people the finger yesterday and blared on my horn at this mini-van who cut me off. At a stop light I was behind this guy who decided that green didn’t mean go. Knowing that his window was rolled down and I yelled, “green means go asshole!” He went. My room-mate was surprised at my sudden loss of patience while driving. I was too, a little. I think being rear-ended just made me snap. Every day on my way to work or classes or just running errands, I get cut off, almost run over, and practically run off the road. I’m getting tired of it. I may be in a little car, but I am becoming a force to be reckoned with.