March #SOL15 Day 3
The phrase “pet peeve” is thrown around somewhat loosely, if you ask me. I really feel that if a particular annoyance meets the criteria of “pet peeve” then it should really, really irk us. Not once in a while, but every time it happens. Webster says that a pet peeve is usually something that bothers that person, but not necessarily anyone else. I have a hard time with that. My pet peeve should exasperate everyone!!
My pet peeve is when people drive in the left lane. I mean when they drive in that lane – like for miles and miles. I ask myself, as I drive under the posted speed limit, gripping the steering wheel, yelling at them from my car…. Where did this person learn how to drive? Don’t they know that the left lane is to pass, not drive like it’s Sunday afternoon?
Lest you think this only happens in big urban cities, I can personally attest that people all across this great country of ours are afflicted with this ailment. Last summer, on my road trip with Kathy to the west coast and back, we witnessed countless “left lane drivers.” From Cedar Falls to Cheyenne. From Lincoln to Denver. No matter the locale, they all behaved in the same way. Talking and/or texting on the phone. Chatting with their passenger. Singing (poorly, I’m sure!) to the radio. Simply staring off into space without a care in the world. This typical ne’er-do-well is sitting back in their driver’s seat as if they were lounging with their feet up in their living room. Relaxed. In no hurry. Oblivious to the long line of cars behind them all anxiously hoping this improper lane usage driver will wake up and move over!
One of the problems with being behind a left lane driver is that they are almost inevitably driving at the same speed as the cars in the lanes beside them. In effect they have us trapped with nowhere to go. As much as I hate to do it, I will pass in the right lane if left with no other choice. But these derelict drivers don’t give me that opportunity. So there I am. Imprisoned in a concrete jungle with nowhere to go. Where the flailing of my arms falls on deaf eyes.
I shared this aggravation with a friend the other day. She informed me in that in England they refer to the left lane as the “overtaking lane.” Yes! The overtaking lane! It made sense not to call it the left passing lane since the British actually drive in the left lane, opposite from what we do here in the U.S. But, I still couldn’t help but love this term. I felt a kinship with my brethren from across the pond. They understand my pet peeve enough to give that passing lane a descriptive name that says it all. I feel better…..until my car is hopelessly stuck in limbo behind those aggravating slow pokes on the drive home tonight!