The Switch Works Both Ways

I haven't been blogging much this month, I gave it up for Lent.  I know it might appear that I am breaking my vow right now, but I actually wrote this post sometime after Easter then back-dated it to appear today.

I was driving home last night around 5:15 PM, almost a full hour before the "official" sunset at 6:14 PM.  It was a little overcast, but the sun was still blazing away up there, above the clouds, lighting the world around me.  My commute home takes all of about 10 minutes.

I give you all this background so you can understand my horror at what happened next.  No, I didn't run over a family of fluffy ducklings or decapitate myself on a defective airbag and defenestrate my head.  No, it was MUCH, MUCH WORSE.

No fewer than three people flashed their headlights at me.  That's right, three (3) people felt that their decision-making abilities were superior to mine in this area.  Three (3) people were afraid I might not be able to see the road and would careen to my death because I didn't have my headlights on in broad daylight.  Three (3) people who could all see me from 100 yards away were worried that someone else might not be able to see me.

When the first flashing took place, I just laughed and continued on my way.  When it happened a second time, I grew angry and screamed profanities at them in Arabic.  When it happened a third time, I threw the car into a power-slide/U-turn and chased down and rammed the offending car repeatedly. 

At least that's what I meant to do.  Unfortunately I couldn’t see very well in the poor light and ran my car into the ditch.

I guess I should have had my lights on.

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