Cruising down the interstate with too much work on my plate… I think Blake Shelton’s got it right:
Some foreign car drivin’ dude with the road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talkin’ on his cell phone
He started yelling at me like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird an’ then he was gone
I’ve experienced plenty of such situations during my plethora of hours as a Road Warrior. Unlike Blake Shelton, however, who turns his thoughts to some beach (somewhere), a long-standing and irreparable case of ichthyophobia separates me from that particular desire, and so I instead often find myself scanning my GPS’ “Places and Attractions” database in hopes of stumbling across a winery at which I could conveniently pull-over after a particularly obnoxious encounter or a long day’s drive.
All possible DUI implications aside, I would be perfectly OK if roadside truck stops and firework emporiums were converted to wineries.
(Calming thoughts. Just think calming thoughts.)