Dear Stranger,
I often wonder as I drive why the person in front of me, behind me, going in the other direction, or parked of the side of the road at the exact same time as I am. I wonder, if I’m out late, what brings other people out so late. I wonder as I do the speed limit why someone would ride my tail, switch lanes, and speed off into the blackness of night, never to be seen by my eyes again.
I was driving a bit slowly as I came from my friend Jennifer’s house. I was trying to read my printed directions in the darkness while looking for the street I was supposed to turn on and maintain the correct speed limit, all without killing someone or myself. It was raining too, and the sides of my lane were a bit flooded. Taking all of this into consideration, I thought it best to slow down and play it safe.
But I noticed you driving very closely behind me, symbolically urging me to speed up. Clearly, you needed to get somewhere soon, now, and I was a hindrance to that. My refusal to increase my speed ultimately annoyed you, and you finally decided to go to the left-hand lane and go around me. Admittedly, I called you both a “crazy person” and a “dick.” That was wrong.
But what did you have to go to? Were you late for your night shift at work? Were you rushing to get home to see Hawaii 5-0? Were you racing to tuck your children to bed at night? I’d like to think there was a legitimate reason that you had to be so rude in the midst of my mini-turmoil.
Wherever you were going, I hope you got there safely. I hope, though, that you remember that sometimes it’s fine, even best, to drive slowly and that tailgating does not convince me to go any faster.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Kimberly
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