Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Tonight FIL and his girlfriend took Emma, Steve, and I to the Royals game. Great, right? We love baseball games, the Royals won, the fireworks afterwards were great, and all was good. Until the ride home. We were all riding in the girlfriend's car, driven by Steve's dad. On the highway, suddenly I heard someone honking a super long mad-sounding honk, and Steve's dad starts ranting about changing lanes or something. Some guy in another SUV passes us on the right and glares at us as he goes by. FIL says "two can play at this game, buddy" and he gets in the other lane and starts following the guy SO, SO, SO closely. We were barreling down the highway with mere inches between us and another car. Just as I yelled at him to stop it, the other guy slammed on his brakes. FIL of course had to slam on our brakes hard to avoid crashing into him, and we all flew forward in the car. Emma's carseat pitched forward as well. I was so furious that I started crying. How dare he risk my baby's life because of some stupid, petty, immature road rage?

4 comments:

Katie said...

((hugs))

amy said...

oh, that is really bad. I'm sorry you went through it.

Kara said...

sorry sarah. sounds horrible and you do(did) sound upset. hope you can talk to steve about it all soon

Katie said...

i dont blame you for being upset...it was a reckless thing to do, something that should never be done, much less when you have a child in the car. i'm sorry you had to go through that... :(

hugs!!!