Festive season rage
'Tis the season for mistletoe and joy - not throwing zap fingers out the car window, classy word choices and sitting on your hooter.
Is it just me or as we head into December is the vibe on the busy roads one of short tempers and pure outride rudeness?
Just last weekend I was at a gig at one of the big shopping centres.
Mike dropped me and arrived with the three kids later.
As he was driving into the packed car park he saw a GP car pull into the family parking bay with two women in their mid 40s alone in the car.
Mike rolled down his window with all three kids in vision - only to hear her say "tough luck, I don't give a f*** about your kids!"
Whaaaaaaaat?!
When my ordinarily calm, cool and collected husband relayed the story with a steely tone the lioness in me came surging to the front and I wanted to comb the mall until I found her and give her a piece of my mind.
Luckily the rage subsided...but started to rise again when we left. Her car was still there, and we had to take a mini-hike to get to our car.
Have you had an un-cheery experience on the road this festive season?