Invisible car.

I have a general joke that I'm the invisible girl. Which means: People don't see me. And no, I'm not kidding. I get ignored in public a lot. I get ran into, ignored when drinks are being refilled, or when orders are being taken, or when I'm in line, or whatever. I just get ignored. I'm invisible.

Unfortunately, I'm now the invisible girl in the invisible car. Remember my Momma Bear post? Well, at the same intersection where I was in the double left turn lanes and the lady decided she wanted to move into the space I was occupying, it happened again. And what really kills me is that I was sitting there, waiting for the light to turn green, when I glanced over at the lady next to me, and I thought, it's obvious I'm right next to you, so wouldn't it be odd if you decided to move into my lane after we turned, just like that one lady did and then who started honking at me?

Ah yes, you can see where this is going.

The light changed, we both began to turn left, and all of a sudden, she was moving into my lane and almost hit me. While I've been feeling sick and have a slight case of PMS, I wasn't having much road rage today. So instead of honking the horn like a manic rabid monkey and screaming every swear word I could think of (this usually consists of "lady, poophead, jerkball," and yes, that is admittedly sad but very good for my son's ears), I just said in disgust, "Oh. my. god. lady. what. the. hey," while slowing down so we wouldn't collide. After she moved into my lane, she immediately turned into the shopping center on our right. Sorta like what that other lady wanted to do and eventually did after she honked at me repeatedly.

Being invisible is bad enough, but being invisible while driving a small SUV-type car (that's bright red, by the way -- really difficult to notice) and transporting my most precious cargo in the backseat is really bad. Perhaps we should paint our car a garish color like bright orange or yellow or two-toned of both colors so people will at least notice the car. Me? I know there's no hope.

Momma bear is getting pissed.

I'm having a serious case of road rage lately. And lately, it seems like everyone wants to ride my butt while I'm driving. Or just meander into my lane. Or decide while in the straight through lane to turn right while I'm turning right and almost running into me. Or right after turning left in the inner most lane (and I'm in the outer most turning lane), decide they want to be in my lane and start moving into my lane, and when they realize I'm there (although I'm not sure how they couldn't because we were just sitting right next to each other while in the turn lane), they keep trying, and when my car doesn't miraculously dissipate so they can move into the space I'm occupying, they get behind me and start honking at me. AT ME. And I'm thinking the whole time this is happening, "why didn't you just get into the turn lane I was in so you'd be in the lane you need to be in?????"

And usually these things happen while I'm driving with my most precious cargo in the backseat of the car. And while this should make me less angry because I should just let it role off my back, take it with a grain of salt, all those fun sayings, I want to kill the person who is almost trying to kill us. Which, I know, will do no one a bit of good.

Okay. I've thrown my road rage out into the universe, and from this point on, no one will do anything stupid around me with their vehicle. Right? Isn't that how it works? Or have I just cursed myself more.

"Baby on board!"