My husband drives I-75 for 30 miles each day that he works, twice. He has been talking about the crazy driving since last weekend. I figured it is due to the holiday tomorrow, and also due to the thunderstorms that have been moving through all day every day for over a week. Until today, I attributed it to people being in a hurry to beat the rain, or get errands done before that cookout on July 4. Then today I met the Zombie Lexus and realized things are far worse than I had thought.
I was on my way to an appointment. Things were going well. The stove top is replaced. The kitchen faucet is fixed. The upstairs air handler blower motor is replaced. The motorcycle emergency is past. The kitchen sink disposal can wait; I don't put scraps down the sink anyway. The plumbing leak in the downstairs ceiling can wait; we don't have to use that bathtub. The cat's eyeball is healing and saved from enoculation for now. It's the middle of the summer. I have a family reunion coming up in a couple of weeks. My head was in a good place. Suddenly a dark blue Lexus sedan was in my lane, trying to merge with my front fender. I slammed on the brakes, hoping not to get rear ended. She had changed lanes without looking to avoid braking for a car turning left. She just kept coming. I sounded my horn. She kept coming. I held the horn. Finally, when she had completed her lane change, she heard me, saw me, and raised a genteel hand, like a queen wave, to acknowledge me. I was jangled out of my good mood.
I backed way off and changed into the other lane, the one she had come from. I would be turning left soon myself. Then, to my amazement, the Zombie Lexus deployed her left turn signal and pulled into the lane in front of me again. Some may call her a distracted driver, but there was no texting or talking on the phone happening in the Zombie Lexus. She was wrapped in something that held her to the center of her universe. She drove serenely to a trendy shopping center and parked. I felt I had witnessed something beyond the reach of law or meditation.
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