YMCA's have been added to my very short list about what
is wonderful about the u.s. along with libraries and national parks. I've been
able to work out daily in almost every city I've been in, which is crucial when
spending hours driving.
I exit the Y this morning, feeling jazzed and so ready to
leave the south and mid-west way behind and enter the great majesty of the
I enter the tail end of rush hour traffic as I head south
on I25 to connect with I40 west. A couple miles before the ramp, a white pickup
truck has slowed way down in front of me, like to almost 30 miles an hour.
As I cautiously edge around him, an older white man
glowers out his window, glasses slipping down his nose in concert with a sky
blue cap sliding over his right ear, and gives me the finger.
The finger. He has slowed down on a 75mph freeway to tell
me fuck you and make sure I see it. Okay.
Of course, he speeds up as I begin pass him and I give
him my standard "what?" with both hands palms up and off the steering
wheel. He slows down with me, attempting to make it impossible for me to pass
or follow him.
I motion for him to pull over then as I continue to ask
him WHAT??? He points to the shoulder and starts pulling over, like I’m going
to stop on the side of the highway with cars speeding by.
I pass his new white pickup, emergency blinkers on, fuck
you finger still up accompanied by thin pale lips mouthing fuck you.
I indicate the exit which is .5 miles away and watch him
pull in behind me. There’s a gas station to the right directly off the exit. I
pull into the station and the fucker drives right by and disappears down a side
What a fuckin coward. See? These men are bullies and
cowards. They can’t have a face-to-face conversation.