Mittens

Remember in my last post the nice older gentleman who waved at me out of his car window when I'm pretty sure I was cutting him off at an intersection?

Well, here's a post on unfriendly gestures.

I think I already wrote about the girl who leaned out her window and licked her hand at my friend when she stopped in the middle of a red light and how the internet had nothing to say about it. 

Sometimes I pass by locations that I don't like because they remind me of people or events that make me very unhappy and I like to give them the finger.

It has so happened, though, that I have been wearing mittens while driving past these locations and I believe that God has used that as a sort of reminder that I shouldn't practice angry gestures because it will  eventually increase my personal bitterness tolerance.

Sometimes I like to personally flip off drivers who annoy me, inside my car, for my own emotional fulfillment. I should probably wear mittens more often.

My friend likes to joke that you can flash three fingers out the window and yell, "read between the lines!" Which I think is hilarious. I've never seen it done. But the condition of my heart would still be the same.

My favorite signal is the peace sign. It's a method of apology and thanks. I'd be careful using it to tell someone to chill out, because, as another person has warned me, you never know when a person is carrying a gun or some such weapon.

And an update on the break-tapping: I have heard that putting on your four-way flashers is a good way to get tail gaiters to back off without risking them hitting your rear. But father brought up a good point: if someone hits you from behind, it's always his fault. I caught him angry recently saying that if mom and I weren't in the car, he would've slammed on the breaks and begged his current tailgater to hit him.

I love my dad.