Sometimes I find the highway surreal. Like this morning as I’m driving to work and besides myself the only other vehicles on the road were semi-trucks. The problem with semis is that they either go way too fast or waaaay too slow and no matter what speed they go they’re messing up my happy place. When I say “my happy place” I’m referring to the time in my car where I daydream and listen to music full blast while preparing myself for another day at a job I detest (soon to be ended), but when you have a road full of trucks that could crush you with just one little tap, you tend to have to pay attention to the road.
One of these trucks was driven by a mad man. He only had his front “rig” part or I guess I should say his cargo was missing. He really was a maniac though, weaving in and out of traffic; tail gating, you name a bad driving behavior and I assure you, he was doing it.
He freaked me out several times during my 35 minute commute. I was especially freaked when he was riding my butt and I couldn’t get over due to another semi on my left. I immediately flashed to that Emilio Estevez movie where the trucks get possessed and a small town is forced to defend itself against the evil up rising of big rigs. I even wondered if I’d be so luck as to be stuck at some gas station with a whole bunch of people I don’t know forced to pump gas for out-of-control big rigs.
I had to laugh, because I’m just a little bit crazy.
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