As an absurd side note, impatience demonstrated by drivers often amuses me, in that someone will freak out if another person’s cautious, or perhaps confused (if not inept), handling of a dangerous piece of machinery causes them to lose seconds of their day. Given that most people squander ample minutes, if not hours, doing essentially nothing, that ire raises to momentous degrees in response to slight setbacks while driving tickles me. As if all perspective vanishes upon placing oneself behind a steering wheel. I’d rather a motorist drive cautiously then misapprehend a situation and inadvertently kill someone as a result.
What, I would wonder, does this tic of a delay prevent this person from doing? I’d picture the innumerable moments we all spend squandering time, whether watching bad TV, sitting on the couch staring off toward the wall, or twiddling thumbs during any other meaningless expanse of seconds accruing into moments and then try to weigh it against the handful of seconds lost due to the person who slowed down to assess potential risk on the road ahead. Now, based on Facebook posts, I can surmise that if not for these fleeting delays, some of those irate drivers might have had time to share incendiary posts online.