As much as I enjoy living in the city, I’ve noticed that Friday is a horrible day for driving downtown. It’s like everyone says, “Screw it, it’s the end of the week, I’m tired of driving sensibly.” And it’s the same thing every Friday: I get cut off by more people, almost rammed from behind or sideswiped by someone who decides to merge from the lane beside me while I’m right next to them. Some Fridays people will just stop in the middle of the road for no reason or perform elaborate U-turns on one-way streets.
Today proved to be no different from every other Friday. I was waiting at a stoplight and the light turned green. We all began to move and a car on the cross street, who had stopped at the red light, decided pull out in front of me when I was 3/4 of the way through the intersection.
I honked my horn to give him a heads up. It wasn’t a HOOOOOONK or even a HONK, just a quick tap on the horn to let him know I was there.
The speed that his hand was out the window, straight up in the air, and middle finger extended was impressive. It was almost like we was waiting for me to honk, that’s how fast it was. He either assumed pulling in front of me would elicit a honk and was ready to go, or he had been driving so badly all afternoon that he was getting honked at over and over again and just decided to have his hand waiting by the window.
It was so fast, I could do nothing but start laughing hysterically at the man. It was just incredibly crazy how fast this guy flipped me off for honking at him when he almost clipped my car. And I laughed and laughed and laughed.
This made him angry, but I didn’t care. He was too funny to not laugh at. And when I saw how mad he got when I laughed at him, he threw a fit in his car. Or maybe he was just really getting into his angry rap music and was singing along. Either way, I got to laugh at a Puerto Rican. If that’s not a great way to start off the weekend, I don’t know what is.