This morning on my way to work, I pulled up behind an old nemesis that I haven’t noticed on the road to work for some time. There was a time last year that I got behind this guy three times in the same week. Then, it was just the odd time. How do I know it was the same guy? Number one, he has a personalized license plate. Number two, the guy drives 30 kms/hr. That, I never forget!
His car was three or four blocks ahead of me when I pulled on to 4th Ave., but it didn’t take me long to catch up. I finally rolled in behind him at the intersection of 4th and Lewvan. I asked myself, “Do I really want to follow this guy for the next 5 or 6 blocks, or should I take Lewvan in to work this morning?” For some odd reason, I decided to ride this guys tail all the way to Albert St. I told myself, “Don’t whine and complain about how slow this guy’s going. You knew what you were getting yourself in for.”
Things got even slower when we rolled up to a scene of 5 or 6 cop cars blocking off an entire street just off 4th Avenue. This guy decided 30 was a little too fast. Suddenly, we were down to 15! Now I was starting to get impatient.
I hate tailgaters, but I became one this morning, hoping to gently encourage this guy to at least get close to the speed limit. I was six feet behind him, which didn’t phase him in the least. Albert St. couldn’t come quickly enough.
From experience, I know this guy goes straight across Albert St., so I could hardly wait to make it there so I could finally turn off and get out from behind him.
This morning was certainly an exercise in patience, which I knew was coming, but still failed miserably.
This guy would make the worst ambulance driver ever!