I Want to Ask

I know it’s silly. I shouldn’t care about these things. But –

I can’t stop myself. I must ask.

I’m driving home. A car is in front of me. We pass the speed limit sign: 40 MPH. The driver ahead of me, now going about thirty-five, slows down to around twenty-seven. We then follow the road around a curve and up a hill where we encounter a new speed limit sign: 25 MPH.

The driver speeds up to thirty-five.

So I want to ask the driver, what’s in your head? Do you know you’re doing this? Are your actions of doing the reverse directed part of a secret organization Or do you have something mis-wired?

I almost followed the driver, a white male who looked about fifty, when he turned into the store parking lot to ask him, but I was already running late.

Have others encountered this in their areas? Does anyone know why this happens?

Help me. Please.

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  1. He might be cruising for something only a sicko would do… though for some it is celebrated with old school ties and professional registrations. You or I see it… as we would never do it… but see it or cop it and we get ECT. LOL. who knows… every day I aren’t back there I am grateful

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      1. Some idiots around. Very hard to believe what motivates some of them. Moral corruption is merely accepted by most and so is the hypocrisy of using position and privilege in society in order to carry through such corruption. Those of us who fight to do the right thing are a joke to them…. until one of them falls out and needs our help or protection (perish the though).

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  2. I wonder the same thing at times. People who speed up or slow down regardless of the posted speed limit. People who pass when I am going a few miles over the posted sign already and seemingly act as if I am driving well under the speed limit. Nope, don’t understand it and never will. ~nan

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    1. “People who pass when I am going a few miles over the posted sign already and seemingly act as if I am driving well under the speed limit.” That happened today. Then we all stopped at the red light. I looked over at the driver and wondered, where did that get you?

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