Good grief. Tonight, I drove home from Gallaudet through the world of the insane. I had a giant tray of uncovered Chinese food in my trunk, so I was trying to be pretty careful.
Suddenly, while on H St NE, somebody honked at me from in front. Wait, what? I suddenly realized that the guy driving toward me with his brights on was IN MY LANE. Driving toward me, in my lane! What the hell? I thought maybe I was confused, the traffic pattern changes often on H St because they’re building the trolley line there. But I looked, and…no, I was on the correct side of the yellow double line! He was driving on the wrong side of the road! Scared the hell out of me, I tell you. And HE honked at ME! Dude, what the hell?! I’m still a bit shaken.
So I made it into Northwest, and had just turned from H onto 7th, in Chinatown. And I came up behind a car stopped in the middle of the road, with a female standing outside the car, leaning on the window, chatting with the driver. I tapped my horn – no response. I honked hard for a few seconds…nothing. So I went around, going onto the wrong side of the road myself to do so. I cut as close to the woman as I could, hoping to make her nervous. That was unnecessary and immature, but it made me feel better, a little.
And then a guy cut me off at 7th and Pennsylvania…ugh! What a drive!