The other day,
at a traffic light,
the light goes green.
I’m turning right.

But the car in front doesn’t move.
The woman’s on the phone,
on another planet,
in another zone.

Seconds tick by,
and I hit my horn.
The driver looks back,
screws her face up in scorn.

She rolls down her window,
and out comes her hand.
She gives me the finger,
in a gesture so grand.

I’m mad and outraged.
My pride is injured.
But there’s nothing you can do,
when you’ve been unjustly fingered.


Note:  I was going to write a Pet Peave Blog about how stupid it is to drive while talking on a cell phone and how texting and driving is beyond stupid.  But instead, I’ll just say this moronic behavior is like driving to the rim of the Grand Canyon, closing your eyes, and then jogging along the edge of a 300-foot vertical drop off.  So next time you’re driving and the urge to yap on your phone strikes please, instead, find yourself a cliff, a bridge, or a tall building , close your eyes and start running.  Then, when the herd is thinned, no brain cells will be lost.

Unjustly Fingered
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2 thoughts on “Unjustly Fingered

  • November 3, 2014 at 10:33

    It always adds that extra bit of love
    when the hand comes out of the car
    and the bird flies free

  • November 2, 2014 at 10:33

    This one made me grin.


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