Blowing off Steam

I had the worst/scariest road-rage situation happen on my way home yesterday! I was driving down a main road, to turn to a side street to get on the freeway. In front of me, a typical, middle aged, slightly balding, inconsiderate, narrcissist. He's driving a SAAB and had the body english going on which tips me off immediately that he is (you know where this is going) on his cell phone. The posted speed is 35. He's going (not joking here) 10 m/hr. So I roll my eyes and say over and over "hang up and drive, get off the phone". Well this dude is worse than the typical clueless phone talker/driver. Most have no idea there are other people trying to drive on the very same road. This one however is glancing around occasionally in hopes that someone is getting annoyed with him. Well he spotted me in the rearview, and this must've given him an enormous 'chubbby'. Know what he did? Slowed down! He next turned onto the same side road I was trying to get to and 1/2way around the corner, he STOPPED! I can just imagine his delight," I'll show you to roll your eyes at me when I am having a very important conversation here." So then he starts backing up. My reaction to this punishment was of course to lay on the horn. I continuous honk which only fueled his fire. So I'm honking he's backing up. Then, he finally begins to move forward at about 3 m/hr. So as soon as the traffic going North was clear, I floored it to go around. Now I know you can predict SAABboy's reaction. He floors it. But guess what McSAABster, my Buick hauls ass too. Avoiding a head-on collision I cut him off and was finally travelling at a higher rate of speed. I glance in the rearview. He is laughing (like Jack Nicholson in the Shining) and pointing at me alternately with both index fingers. So I ignored him and drove like a sane woman again. He was quite a ways back, still on the phone, and apparently travelling at a somewhat normal rate. My adrenalline was coursing through me and I was quite unnerved. Obviously also, I was quite dissapointed in myself for letting him affect my good driving/judgement. You should never let any other driver affect the way you drive. Those words kept going through my head. The street I passed him on was a 25m/hr road, residential. What if a kid would've gotten in the way of my hot-headed reaction, or a dog? What if the police were clocking speeders in that stretch? Although I am guessing that Mr. Saab would've also been stopped and that it is slightly possible that his bad attitude and contempt would've gotten the police over to my side. But at any rate, I fed into it and gave this balding adolescent the thrills and power he was looking for.... until I walked him!
Bad Mary
Also, I went to see the travelling exhibit Body Worlds yesterday. Plasticised cadavers. It was quite interesting, and somewhat gruesome. Every once in awhile it hit you again, these are real people, corpses. And the babies made me well up with tears. I also found the cancers etc... to be fascinating. I cried when I told my husband about the coal miner's lungs I saw. They looked just like lung-shaped coal. That is why my grandpa died young. All those years in the mines in Ky. to put food on the table so that we may someday exist. Thank you grandpa. I feel so bad thinking about the huge green oxygen tank he kept in his room, and his failing health.