I don’t tend to get a lot of road rage. I mean sure, I get exasperated with the person in front of me driving 27 with their right turn signal on for 3 miles as much as the next person, but a frustrated “Argh! Come ON!” is about as far as it usually goes.

Yesterday, I understood it at a whole new level.

You know how we’re all still sick? And now we need things like groceries and cleaning supplies? And I’m pregnant and my clothes are starting to not fit? And I haven’t had a chance to rubiks cube the garage to get to the bins of maternity clothes?

Yeah, it was time to go to Tar-get.

Plan A was “the farmer’s market, then Target, then the regular grocery store. Leaving at 8 pm after Noah went to sleep. In the pouring rain. While sick.

In the car, I realized I could get both clothes and cleaning supplies and possibly some needed food items at Target.

Blah blah. Got most of what I needed and everything we couldn’t live without, including a dress for the gigantic and extremely senior meeting to which I have to make a presentation this morning. (Which is a whole other thing that I’m not going to get into.)
It was P.O.U.R.I.N.G. when I left Target. Driving, cold, serious rain. Which we need, but which I did NOT enjoy in the moment. Plan A was clearly scrapped and I was going home.

After I got settled into my car and began pulling out of the parking space, I heard a car horn. So I stopped and looked around. Nada, except another car pulling out around 5 spaces away. Hmm, that must not have been at me.

So I began to pull out again. Longer horn.

Pause. Look again. Nothing.

Roll down window in pouring rain.

There, almost in my blind spot, is a dark blue car with NO LIGHTS ON!!!  In the POURING RAIN.

I yell, “Turn your lights on!”

She glares at me.

“Your lights! Your lights!” I flash my lights a couple of times, then get tired of being rained on and roll up the window, and after a moment, she drives away.

Who drives around in a dark car, in the rain, without their lights on?????????? Yes, I almost hit her. It’s true. But it never would have happened if her LIGHTS had been on!

And it is a mark of my irritation that I’m leaving five sentences in this post ending in prepositions. Road rage drives me to bad grammar.