My grandfather used to wave for them to "just drive over the top." At least, that's what he TOLD us that gesture meant .

Usually, I just figure they're better off somewhere I'm not. Sometimes I swear, but I usually remember that I too make mistakes when lost and confused in a strange town (my usual assumption for why they can't seem to read street signs).

Just once, though, I really lost my temper. I had a jackass tailgaiting me at 2am on the freeway for an hour. He wouldn't fucking pass, with his damned brights on in my side mirror, near blinding me.

FINALLY we got out from among the late night truckers, and he went FLYING past me. At the next truck pack, we wound up stack up again...only with me in back. I was pissed as hell and bored out of my mind (I think I'd been on the road for 8 hours at that point)...so I tail gated him for a while. Well, at least 20 minutes. Big difference, though. I drove an SUV, and their lights go right the back window of normal cars if we drive too close.

I figure I got points for not turning my brights on.

He took the next exit at high speed. He must've thought I was totally psycho. I didn't manage to feel bad about it until after I'd had a good night's sleep, I'm afraid.

G (who sometimes lets her mean streak get the better of her)