Bad Driving

I hate bad driving even more when I am the bad driver.

Every once in a while, I notice my agitation growing inside me while driving, especially when I am behind a slow driver. I am not patient when stuck behind a slow driver, AKA Slo-mo-fo, Farty McOldperson, etc. The problem is that I get so frustrated that I become the next bad driver.

Case in point. I was getting out of work and stuck behind someone who was not moving when the light turned green. I flashed my high beams. The driver looked up from his phone and started driving very slowly. So slowly, it seemed that he was trying to get me stuck at the red light. I got through, but maybe I shouldn’t have. The light turned yellow as the driver in front of me went, then it turned red when I was in the middle of completing the turn. The driver then proceeded to go 10 miles an hour to get to the next block. At this point, I was livid and following too close behind. At the next turn, the driver did not go when there was space. Instead, he waited and turned at the last possible moment. I was stuck waiting for my opening, which I took. After getting into the traffic flow, I  passed the annoying driver that influenced my driving habits and went to my appointment. A few moments later, that same car causing me aggravation, passed me on the left. Now I was irate, but I let it go. 

As I was in the waiting room, I realized that my reactions took me off my desired path. The first goal is to get to my destination safely, and the second is to get there on time. The bad driver might have affected the second goal, but I was the one who would affect the first goal.

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