Road Rage Best Practices

By Jim Hagarty
2017

Here is the proper way to carry out a road rage incident.

Pull over to the side of the road when you see the driver you suddenly hate pull over. Get out of your car and go up to him. Start yelling and screaming. Call him every name in the book because he deserves it. He is, in your estimation and rightly so, a complete asshole.

After you have made him well aware of this fact, go back to your car, get in and drive off, fuming. Drive away in a huff. Give him the finger if you think it will help.

But there are some things to avoid. Here is one of them.

A Florida man started out doing all the right things in a recent incident at an intersection in Orlando. But then he sort of went off the rails when he pulled a gun on the other guy.

Now, if you are going to pull a gun on your fellow road rager, point it at him and shoot the idiot, for Pete’s sake. You have my sympathy.

Instead, the guy with the gun shot himself. In the leg.

Not to sound condescending, but I am at a loss to see how shooting yourself during a road rage incident will help you resolve the matter in your favour.

But I have never been to Florida, so I know I shouldn’t judge. If your life has arrived at a point where you have to stand on an Orlando street corner and yell at a fellow traveller who has fried your bacon, maybe it does make some sort of sense to shoot yourself.

Come to think of it, I might be inclined to do the same thing.

Oh, one last thing. No charges, of course. The shooter was legally carrying his weapon.

So it’s all good.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.