Still can't believe this happened09/13/2012 at 2:05 pm | Posted in me | 11 Comments
I was driving along the interstate yesterday, on my way to a working moms’ luncheon in Cary, when out of nowhere a car came flying up beside me. The driver tapped on the horn to get my attention, as if I’d forgotten something on the top of the car or left my gas tank open (both of which have happened, natch).
So I looked over, expecting to see someone pointing or waving. Or maybe it’s someone I know, I thought with a smile.
Instead, I got this:
A very angry man, who, once he had my attention, effusively flipped me the bird, laid on his horn and seemed to be yelling at me. Then he accelerated off in a fit, flying across two lanes of traffic.
DOUBLE-YOU TEE EFF?
I wasn’t holding up traffic. I wasn’t speeding. I certainly wasn’t causing any trouble. In fact, I was hanging out in the right lane, just above the speed limit, getting ready to exit. And he hadn’t been tailgating me or anything. Just came up beside me out of nowhere.
So, why the rage?
Then it hit me.
The campaign bumper sticker on the back of my car.
I’m still rattled by the whole thing. If people are crazy enough — filled with enough venom — to accost me on a highway over a five-inch sticker on my back window, I can’t imagine what else could happen. What if my kids had been in the car with me? What if he swerved too close and hit us? Or jammed on his brakes in front of me, causing a horrible accident? Or worse?
I woke this morning with a pit still in my stomach. So after I packed the girls into the car for school, I walked around back and peeled off that sticker.
Not because I’m a wimp. Not because I believe any less in my candidate. But because I have no interest in being a target for strangers’ rage and putting my family at risk.
And that sucks.
But I can tell you this: on Election Day, my vote is my vote.
And no one can take that away from me.