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We’re Meaner

I guess I messed up on the road the other day. I didn’t turn on red right away, and the driver behind me took exception. She laid on her horn. About a half-mile later, she pulled up along side me and gestured to me to put my window down. I did. “Why didn’t you turn back there?!” she demanded. “Learn how to drive!” she screamed. This lady was livid. She wagged her finger at me, her voice, shaking as she spoke. The rest of my morning commute, I saw her face in my head and I wondered why that five-second delay in her morning so enraged her. I realize this encounter was minor compared to the profanity-laced road rage that …