Road Rage?

After church today, Grandpère and I headed to our favorite (not!) food chain, Chili's, to eat lunch. We had a gift card, so what could we do? As I was driving there, I moved into the left turning lane, and, just as I saw my way free to go forward, a car darted into my lane right in front of me. We could easily have collided. The driver, a young woman, pulled into a parking place at Chili's and got out. We went on to park and went into the restaurant. As we were sitting in the restaurant, I saw the woman sitting in a corner with two friends. I asked GP, "Do you think I should go over and say something to her?" He said, "No, don't do that."

I had ordered my usual glass of red wine (for medicinal purposes, only, of course) and - lo! - a special of the day was two glasses of wine for the price of one, so GP got a glass of wine, too. He drank a little, but he does not like red wine, so I poured the rest of his into my glass and drank it, too, after I'd finished mine. If one glass of red wine is heart-healthy, then two must be even healthier, right?

Time to go. They say that alcohol reduces inhibitions. I looked over at the girl, and told GP, "I'm going over there." He rolled his eyes, but he knew that he was not going to stop me. I went over to her table and said, "You cut right in front of me. You could have caused an accident. You should learn to drive less aggressively and more carefully. Thank you." I don't know what the thank you was about, but I threw it in. She sat with a smirk on her face as I was talking. I left after I said my piece, so she didn't have a chance to respond. I felt a lot better. I didn't snarl at her or raise my voice, or anything. I spoke as nicely as I could saying something like that.

I have a moderate case of road rage, which I've got to watch for, but I don't think I'd categorize that as road rage. What do you think?

What surprised me a bit was the immense satisfaction that I felt, after advising the young woman to mend her driving ways.