I MAY have a little issue with road rage.
Some might see it is as a problem.
But I have been working on it.
And was doing really well I thought – until the festive season started.
When traffic in Echuca-Moama seems to triple overnight and it takes at least 20 minutes longer to get anywhere.
Seriously. There are times when I reckon you would be better off walking (and I am not aware of walking rage being an issue – yet).
But I prefer the air-conditioned comfort of my car, where no-one can hear me complaining about the 100-year-old man in front of me driving at 25 bloody kilometres per hour. In a 60 zone.
Well, usually no-one hears me.
There was that one time recently when I waiting at the traffic lights and the car in front of me did not move the instant the lights turned green – at which point both my girls – in the back seat – yelled: “What are you doin’ mate”?
Yes, not my finest moment.
I am sure it will come as no surprise to any of you there was another moment of which I am also not that proud.
I was going through town when the driver in front of me was taking their sweet arse time.
Impatient (and characteristically late to wherever it was I was going) I started waving my arms around in frustration, possibly followed by a few expletives (and no, before you ask, my kids were definitely not in the car this time).
The woman in the car then put her hand up, so I thought she was having a go at me having a go at her, so off I went again.
Turns out it was my mother outlaw – and she was just waving at me.
I have never felt like such an utter tool in my life and that in itself is something as I have done my share of foolish things in my life.
My mother outlaw thought it was pretty funny though and loves to tell that story when her friends come to visit.
The thing is, I’m not an angry person. I just can’t stand waiting.
It’s such a waste of time.
And I could be doing so many other things with that time.
Maybe it’s a side effect of getting older (I am within days of my 40th birthday), as you increasingly realise how precious time is. So naturally you want to spend that time doing things you enjoy.
And that’s not sitting beside some nervous halfwit determined to ruin my day by doing everything they can to waste my time – and my limited patience.
However, they do say patience is a virtue, so maybe that could be my New Year’s resolution (yes, I’m laughing too).