I Flipped Off A Cab Driver This Morning.

I'm never pleased with myself when I'm driven to outward displays of rage.
I am reading "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genious". I've just started it and I'm still in the first chapter and...for those that have read this book, well, you know how completely UNPLEASANT these first pages are. I'm also listening to my "I am Angry at Love and Will Never Do So Again" playlist. So, already, I'm just not in a good place.

So after waiting until 9 for a bus, then being forced OFF said bus because of a breakdown...which, this is the second time I've had this happen, and both times, no announcement...just a look up from my book and suddenly we're a goddamned diaspora...
Although, the bus switch turned out to be a small blessing as I had been sitting behind a woman who just smelled awful.
I can't explain it.
It's like sweat mixed with perfume mixed with dirty laundry...with a sour milk undertone.
Vomit.
So, I was rescued from that.
I get off the bus at Erie and there are 3 huge trucks honking at eachother. I fucking HATE that. There should be a law. NO FUCKING HORNS BEFORE NOON. Honestly. No human being needs to hear loud ANGRY noises in the morning. I am always stunned when I hear Metal coming from the earbuds of fellow passengers in the morning. How is that POSSIBLY good for you?

Anyway, I get to the crosswalk leading to my building and a cab stops. He then proceeds to flail his arms in a "hurry up" kind of way.

So you know what the hell I did?
I slowed down.
And said:
"You know what? I'm going to walk as slow as I possibly can, dickhead."
And then he HONKED at me.
So I flipped him the fucking bird. A pretty good one too. Full arm extension and everything.
At 9:30 in the morning.
That can't be good.