What did I do wrong here?

Staying in bed might be the best idea.

 

I'm pretty sure I am in the bad driving capital of the world.

It's not just the driving. It's the lack of a blinker, (Yes, dear friend.......the blinker.......that little fucking stick on the side of the steering wheel that makes a little clicking noise when activated to let other drivers know which way your intended direction of travel is.) the lack of braking.........(If I am behind you at a safe distance, and you decide to slam on the brakes (also without a blinker) to turn into the Cigarette Outlet to get a carton of Lucky Strikes, and I go through the back of your car, guess what asshole.........that's your fault.)

I'm fairly certain that these non-driving fucksicles have given me a mild case of Tourettes while driving.

 

Found @Smallpotatoes Twitter feed.

 

This.

 

To answer the titular question: you thought about this beyond the 30 seconds after it happened.

 

I remember in the mid-80s, when they brought back Alfred Hitchcock Presents, there was an episode starring Burt Young as an asshole traveling salesman. A kid gets hurt working on an oil rig and they needed to rush him to the hospital. They put him in the back of a pickup truck and drive down these narrow country roads to a hospital that they said was 20 minutes away from them. Young is driving along in his Cadillac convertible. The truck goes up behind him and honks at him to get him to pull over, but he doesn't. The kid makes it to the hospital but too late and he dies.
A month later, Young returns to town. He stops in the local bar. While he's drinking, the father tells him his son was killed by a hog, a road hog. Young notices some powder in the bottom of his drink and thinks he was poisoned. He gets in his car and drives to the hospital. Two guys in a pickup truck block him, drive slowly and run him off the road. He died at the hospital from a heart attack and there was no poison in his drink. Just aspirin.
My reaction when I watched it was that the whole thing could have been avoided if the oil rig workers just called an ambulance when the kid got hurt.

 

What if the ambulance was further away and would take longer than the guy driving the pickup?

 

The one thing I've learned is that I cannot control the actions of any other person. I can only control MY reaction to them. If someone honks at me I just feel sorry for them because it must be tiring to go through life angry.

 

When my father was sober enough to teach me the ways of the world, he told me this: If you have a long history of episodes where you're dealing with assholes, maybe you're the one who's the asshole?

Not saying this is the case, but you've talked about punching people in the face if they were in front of you, if they happen to react a certain way on here that you don't care for, and now this driving stuff.

Why would you even give them the finger, or roll down your window and yell at them, or brake-check them? What's the ultimate best-case positive scenario you're going to get from that? With the way seemingly everyone is packing these days, there's 1,000 ways that could go very bad, very quickly, for no good reason.

 

I'm going to ruin it now, but I just about crapped when I saw "BurnsWhenIPee" after "What did I do wrong here?" on the main page.

 

Well, why would he honk when I did nothing wrong?

Why would somebody threaten to shoot me when I didn't hit their car?

Why would somebody back up toward me at speed after I made an honest mistake and nobody was hurt and nothing was damaged?

All of those are no-harm, no-foul situations.