road rage

I threw a bottle out my car window at a truck that was tailgating me.
Well, technically at the driver, although I did it out of my sunroof without really aiming, so the chances of it hitting him were pretty slim.
Still, that (hopefully) means that my road rage has reached its peak wait, scratch that. Who am I kidding? It means that my road rage is teetering toward a dark chasm that will lead to either:

1. the wallet-drain mobile wrapped around some other vehicle, and me less some $$$


2. me, beating the crap out of some poor unsuspecting a$$-dragger/tailgater


3. a wonderful encounter with our nation's Finest, with would at least lead to a court-date and and me less some $$$

none of which is very desirable, since I don't like to part with my $$$ needlessly. hm....I need to put Yolanda Adams in the car, and see if she can help. Sheesh.

It wasn't a Smuggy this time either. Go figure. It was just some random act of offensive driving, which just ticked me off 'cause I'd had a rough day. I'd be lying if I said I'm sorry...I really hope I scared the crap outta him. The bottle was plastic, and empty....but I made my point..he changed lanes.

I don't show any remorse at all, do I? I've had a hard time with that....it's tied directly to my feelings about shame & regret.
Mental note: shame & regret warrant a day of their own. I declare 04/26/02 shame & regret day with their own blog thread that will follow. Stay tuned.

Damn, I had a really catchy topic before all that happened. great...another 3:50AM epiphany......