To The Man Wearing A Red Tie

Sir, I hesitate to put myself forward and address you in this way. On the other hand, my psychotic Other Self insists that I make a point regarding your behaviour this morning. I understand that at 7 in the morning it is hard for a lot of people to "Rise and Shine". I understand that this world has become one that hustles and bustles, and that we, since we live on it, also have to hustle and bustle. I understand that you probably have a bitchy wife at home who sends you out without a cup of coffee in the morning and a boss who sits on his ass all day but refuses to let you rest your feet for one second. I understand that you haven't taken a decent vacation in months, no, make that years. I understand that you have seven kids and at the rate at which college fees increase every year you fear that you might never be able to educate them. I understand that stress levels are high, everyone is either sick, wasting away or wishing they were sick or wasting away. I understand all this, but still I ask you, sir, was it polite on your part to not only honk at me but also to flip me the finger (and we all know which finger we're talking about here) simply because I happened to be driving in your vicinity this morning? I admit I stopped though there was no red light or Stop sign. But sir, you must agree that even to make your life smoother and easier I cannot be expected to run over little old ladies walking their dogs at 7 in the morning and crossing the road as if it belonged to them. There is a line that we each must draw for ourselves, and there Mr. Red-Tie Man, is mine. I will not do it!