Maybe it is because they know they spent more on their car than the average down payment on a house that gives Lexus drivers the smug superiority of feeling as though they own the road. As if they purchased that right along with their luxury vehicle. Or maybe I just have bad luck.
Fresh off of my Wednesday encounter with Mr. Lexus SUV, I attempted to once again regain my inner kinder, gentler driver. For a reason no one I know can figure out, traffic was light this morning. Everything was fine until the Lexus.
This time it was the Ohio street exit ramp. There are three lanes, and the far left lane merges with the south side/Indiana traffic. I was kindly letting a maroon Dodge Caravan go in front of me when a Lexus, this time a black sedan, came within an inch of my rear passenger side door in an attempt to merge on top of me. And he seemed annoyed at me. For being in the lane. First.
Whatever.
Funny side note - I ran into my boss on the way to work yesterday. He asked me how I was and I answered “FAN-tastic,” thanks to my years of sales training. He responded less enthusiastically, with an “okay.” Sensing something wrong, I asked if it was a tough commute on the way in.
Before I tell you what he said, I must explain that he is the most laid back boss I’ve ever had. He tends not to get mad, instead looking for the bright side. He is also exceptional at giving positive feedback. An all-around great guy, overall.
“Yes!” he exclaimed and went on to explain how irritated he gets when people merge at the last minute. “It’s like they think they are entitled!” It escalated into a screaming match, both men in their cars with their windows rolled up.
All I can say is that I am glad I am not the only one.