Holiday season is rough, even on Monday morning. One car after another was tailgating me on the way in to work. So much aggression. What is it.

One guy was particularly bad, riding my tail on a one lane 45 mph route. I was doing about 60, like the eight or so cars in front of me. This cowboy in a gigantic Tahoe passed me on a brief stretch of dotted yellow. Then he tailgated the car formerly in front of me until he had enough breathing room to pass – this time on a double yellow curve. Is it bad of me to wish for a crash in these instances.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of extreme aggression, the Tahoe was two cars ahead of me. For all the recklessness and stupidity he had gained something like a 30 foot advantage. And then, without a blinker and barely touching the brake, he careered across oncoming traffic (a horn did sound) and squealed into a parking space. I looked out the driver’s side as I shot past and saw where he’d parked.

In the Manager space of an Auto Collision Repair shop. He must be his own best customer. Geez, maybe it’s been slow and he was out drumming up some business.