I held my gaze straightforward, hands on the wheel, expression determined. A silver Volvo sped up to pass me in the left lane, and a small blue car kept pace with me on the right, clearly trying to get my attention.
Seriously? I thought. Fuck off, buddy. I LIKE driving in the middle lane, and your middle finger isn't going to ruin my Tuesday morning commute or change my driving habits.
I had cruise control on, so my speed maintained as he kept so obviously To the side of me. I grew annoyed at pretending to not see him, but i am stubborn as an ox and I wasn't giving in.
Finally, I saw him pull ahead of me, and I relaxed now that our game of chicken was over.
My passive aggressive middle finger was halfway raised when I realized it was one of my friends.
Guess maybe I should pipe down the road rage at 7:15am.