everybody just calm down
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Today I had the pleasure of sharing the road with a driver who basically had to have the horn going wherever he went.
He was screaming at the drivers ahead of him, demanding things like, "Why are you stopping!" It didn't take long before the drivers ahead of him starting honking in return. As we came to the point where King St and Queen St part ways, he passed me on the right still shrieking like a madman.
"Buddy, you need to calm down!" I told him. Thick irony dripped from every word.
"I won't slow down!" he shrieked so loud it's amazing his head didn't crack from the sound.
"Calm!" I yelled as my bike drifted from his beaten up van. "Calm down! Not slow."
He resorted to howling like a wolf in frustration and rage.