So yesterday I'm leaving work and I'm really pissed about something that
happened that afternoon. I walk up to my car and see that yet another
person with a white car had dinged my car door with theirs and this just sends
me over the edge.

Time to break for a small confession: I tend to talk to myself while I'm
driving. It's usually how I vent any after-work anger I may have during my
drive home. It's sort of a way to cleanse my soul before I walk in the
door of my home, so that I don't bring work woes home with me. It's proven
quite effective.

Any way, so I'm bitching up a mad storm and I can feel my face is getting hot
and I'm actually yelling in my car all while I am cruising down the street with
all the other people going home after a hard day's work.

At some point, I glance at the jeep driving next to me and there is this guy in
the passenger seat staring at me in jaw gaping horror. When our eyes meet,
he immediately looks away and I see him mouth these words to the driver: this
guy is crazy.

Then they start to slow down, way down, to get the hell away from me
because they probably think I am on the verge of some sort of road rage meltdown
and don't want to be the victims of any havoc I may create.

It's at this point that I realize maybe I need to calm down just a wee
bit. Then I start cracking up over being caught yelling at now one in the
car.

I can only imagine that someone else must have seen me laughing hysterically by
myself, and they thought I was crazy too.