it’s such a typical story, i’m hesitant to post, but i’m kinda still laughing about it so…
this afternoon i was riding across the 40th st bridge towards millvale and this man, we’ll call him ben, started shouting “get on the f***ing sidewalk.” ben drives a full size pickup truck. i don’t know why exactly, but there was something about ben’s shrieking pitch that made me laugh. ben started (he was actually already in the other lane) to pass me and i guess saw me laughing and slammed on his breaks. he pulled within inches of me and said, “i will f*** you up,” still shrieking. i couldn’t help it, i kinda lost control and really started laughing. at this point ben was swerving in both lanes, repeating his threats, and i was almost crying because somewhere deeper than the fear for my life i couldn’t help but think of how comical the whole situation was. eventually, ben decided that he would show me, and i heard the hawking (?) noise and saw ben spit this nasty snot in my direction. it got lost somewhere in his pickup truck of doom and i just lost it. ben backed off and went back into traffic.
that’s it. can road rage be funny? how would you have responded? i really did feel for ben, his response was so primal that it got to this equally primal place in me.
“Man alone suffers so excruciatingly in the world that he was compelled to invent laughter.”
Nietzsche, The Will To Power