The Death of Courtesy

I’ll preface by saying that driving during a holiday weekend is never the best of ideas. Sometimes however it is necessary. What is never necessary…the bad driver. Never. I understand that no one wants to be cooped up in a car, for I don’t know, say over 9 hours, but do you need to piss everyone else off with your inability to drive a straight line or go the speed limit or not speed up when I’m passing or not drive slower in the fast lane? I mean it’s not that hard. Shoot, put on cruise control and you’ve already accomplished one thing. But alas, this world is brimming with discourteousness. I hadn’t managed to drive 20 miles when some woman wouldn’t let me into the turn lane when she saw my blinker. She hit the gas. Yes I honked and mouthed at her something about her being rude and an idiot, but COME ON. Did those two seconds of trying to run me off the road save you anything! Or did you just seem like a bit of a jerk. Hmmm. I vote for number two. Then there was the gas station before California where the cars were lined up on the road to get in. It’s 112 degrees and this dude decides to leave his car parked at the pump AFTER he’s done and go into the store. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? And he wasn’t the only one. The car in front of my pump had left too. I don’t get it. Do they just not see the whole slew of cars waiting? Or do they really think they are more important than everyone else that it somehow is okay? Sometimes, sometimes, I think people need to be told about themselves. I don’t really know when courtesy died, but some people are having one good ol’ time at the funeral.