The jumbley thoughts in my brain all jelled around this road rage news story last night and I had to ask; What’s up with acting out your road rage?
The story showed two guys getting out of their cars at a stoplight and beating each other with a bat and a long wooden pole ( looked like a curtain rod).
As I watched I just shook my head and then had an urge to sing part of this song from the musical West Side Story.
Automobile in America,
Chromium steel in America,
Wire-spoke wheel in America,
Very big deal in America!
What could have happened to warrant this type of rage? Too much testosterone? An overwhelming urge to show everyone what a dipshit looks like? Personally, I think these guys were auditioning for a new version of the musical to be called “West Side Traffic Story”.
Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell.
Someone gets in our way,
Someone don’t feel so well!
The curtain rod guy lost even though he was much bigger than the baseball bat guy. The funny thing is that as soon as the light changed they both got back in their cars and drove away.
Audition over and neither of them gets the part.
I have to say that I get pretty mouthy in the car. I say things like “Get your Fred Flinstone feet moving there buddy” and “It’s the BIG pedal on the RIGHT” but I say them in the confines of my car, I try not to make hand gestures anyone could see and I’d never get out of my car to confront anyone.
*note to self* put a bat, a swishy skirt, peasant top and the cd of West Side Story songs in the car in case of a flash audition.
I think I’ll practice my version of the song, just in case.
I feel pretty, (with my swishy skirt)
Oh, so pretty, ( and my peasant top)
I feel pretty and witty and bright! ( and I’ve got a bat)
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me tonight.( or who flips me off while sitting at the light).