Fast And Futile

A few weeks ago, I was driving my parents back from an appointment. We were on a two-lane road, and I was comfortably doing the speed limit. Ten minutes into our drive, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a truck tailgating me.

You know those vehicles that, when you see them, you immediately know the owner is compensating for something? This was one of those vehicles.

It was a pickup that looked like its frame had been lifted farther away from the wheels (I’m not a car person, so I’m not sure how to explain it). My dad, while not impressed either, had me slow down so Mr. Compensation Truck could pass. I grumbled but relented.

Maybe this is just because I’m a new driver, but I don’t get why I need to let the tailgaters pass me. They shouldn’t have been following that closely to begin with! Anyway.

Mr. Compensation Truck passed me and continued into the distance. I could still see him. For the following half-mile, I watched him get stuck at every red light we came to.

I’m not usually a believer in karma, but that was quite satisfying to see.