Cut Off Again

by Jon
(Minneapolis)

The world spins around me as I zoom down the highway. Lights from others cars flash by, and heavy metal objects careen through my world. I'm strapped into another of these little objects, and my windows are fogging up. I'm on the highway, going at about 65 miles per hour, driving through south Minneapolis on a Sunday.

I'm just trying to get home from a weekend trip to see my parents. My exit is coming up, and I'm getting excited about the prospect of returning home, seeing my roommates again and getting to relax after a long drive through the cold.

I see my exit, up ahead, and I try repeatedly to get into the proper lane, only to be cut off over and over again by people who treat the right lane like a speedway. The last second comes, and I try to get over, only to nearly be hit by a speeding Mitsubishi, that just came up behind me and switched into the exit lane.

I miss my exit, and I'm livid. I slam down on the horn and slam my fist against the dashboard. I curse and moan, and continue driving, finally making it into the exit lane, and home. I cool down and realize that it was my fault for not getting over sooner.

Response from Dr. DeFoore

Great story! And the clincher at the end really brings home the point about taking personal responsibility and not being the angry victim.