flipped off in Oakville
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
We're in St. Catharines visiting with Grandma. On the way down on the QEW I made a special friend who was tailgating because he wanted to go faster. As we slowly overtook the car in the next-right lane he "punish passed" us, passing too close on the rear-right and then again on the front-right. As he sailed by he flipped me off for quite a while. He then promptly took the next exit. Ken wanted to know all about what was happening there. I didn't have a lot of answers but cruise control is cruise control. I couldn't remember having a rude gesture like that since a time when Opa and I were heading home from work and some tool decided to pass everyone lined up in an off-ramp; at that time both Opa and I returned the gesture. 😆
Overall, it was a much less stressful trip than the white-knuckle experience last time, in a snowstorm. But I sure as hell won't miss this culture for however long I'm in Japan.
Anyway, it was nice to get away from the city and enjoy some wine and shepherd's pie and company.