Car-ma

Anyone who knows me, knows that I drive as if I were a race car driver in a past life. 80mph is my favorite speed. I walk like I drive and weave in between people if they are going abnormally slow and blocking my way. I'm also learning to use that horn when cars dart in front of me dangerously or if someone is picking their nose at a green light and not moving within three seconds.

So when I got a flat tire Sunday night and was forced to drive on the spare at 50mph ON THE FREEWAY for a good forty miles, it was truly some kind of driving karma slapping me upside the head. As I tried my hardest to stay at 50 in the slow lane, sometimes creeping up to 55 and having visions of my tire exploding off the car, I was high beamed, honked at, passed about a hundred times, and given countless dirty looks. It was excruciating.

I wish I could say that it taught me to be more patient and understanding with slow drivers. But that sentiment may have only lasted for a day. Just get out of my way people!