The Explanation
Mo suggested recently that I could reduce my frustration at stupid people by liberally flipping them off. While I wish my perfect moral standards prevented me from taking his advice, there's a less admirable reason.
One afternoon when I was seventeen I was driving with the car windows down. The horn of the vehicle behind me sounded a couple of times. Wondering who had the nerve to honk at me when I wasn't going too slow or playing my music too loud, I extended my left arm out the window and gave the person behind me the bird without even looking up.
As I reached an intersection at which I needed to turn left, the car behind me passed slowly on the right so I could see the rude person who had honked. I don't recall what I was expecting to see, but I vividly recall the feeling in my stomach when I realized who it was. The honker was someone I knew well. A member of my ward. An older gentleman who I home taught. He was also the Stake Patriarch. Turns out he was just honking as a greeting.
At the intersection he looked far more hurt and disappointed than offended. We never discussed the event.
I'm sure there's a primary or young men's lesson in there somewhere. All I know is that my bird-flipping mechanism broke that day.
One afternoon when I was seventeen I was driving with the car windows down. The horn of the vehicle behind me sounded a couple of times. Wondering who had the nerve to honk at me when I wasn't going too slow or playing my music too loud, I extended my left arm out the window and gave the person behind me the bird without even looking up.
As I reached an intersection at which I needed to turn left, the car behind me passed slowly on the right so I could see the rude person who had honked. I don't recall what I was expecting to see, but I vividly recall the feeling in my stomach when I realized who it was. The honker was someone I knew well. A member of my ward. An older gentleman who I home taught. He was also the Stake Patriarch. Turns out he was just honking as a greeting.
At the intersection he looked far more hurt and disappointed than offended. We never discussed the event.
I'm sure there's a primary or young men's lesson in there somewhere. All I know is that my bird-flipping mechanism broke that day.
5 Comments:
Ouch. I gave someone I knew the "Westchester" one time. I'll show you what it is, I'm sure you've seen it before--not because you are a bad driver or anything, just because everyone else is.
Daniel, many thanks for the hearty laugh. It is crystal clear now. I have had a few similar experiences (never involving the patriarch) so all I can say is you must try to re-hab.
Oh and thanks for the spam
Hearty laugh is an understatement here, I think Mo almost wet his pants, he was laughing so hard. That is the best one I have heard, hard to top that one!
Just curious babe, was this before or after he gave you your patriarchal blessing? Because that sure would explain a lot to me. Tribe of Dinah?
that's pretty funny.
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