The other day I was driving back home after dropping a friend at the airport. On the highway someone merged in front of me into the right lane going about 30 mph. There was another car in the left lane next to me so I had to slam on my brakes to avoid running into the creeper-merger.
I may have yelled the “i” word in frustration and anger.
As I eventually was able to pull into the left lane and speed past the offender I looked to my right and saw what appeared to be a young Somali woman hunched over the wheel, anxious, timid, and clearly unsure of where she was going.
And four words smacked me upside the head: Continue reading
