I was driving in NYC’s morning traffic, encircled in a nightmare of horns, screams and the jumpiest of middle fingers. I was following in line to pay for a toll, when I noticed a nervous looking driver in the EZPass lane. The frustration on the driver’s face—and the out-of-state plates—told me the driver didn’t have an EZPass. I slowed down to allow the driver in the cash lane.
This action was followed by more incessant horns and a torrent of obscenities—directed at me for letting the driver in. I smiled and held my position steady. The driver I allowed to merge slowed down in between lanes and so did I. Then a man driving a blue Neon and the loudest name caller of them all, zoomed passed us, flipping us off for good measure. He was so engrossed in the gesture that he missed the tiny classic Porsche the other driver and I had slowed down for. By the time the Neon driver realized the err of his ways, he had already scrapped the VERY expensive car from bumper to bumper.
Traffic didn’t stop. The out-of-state driver and I, as well as a bunch of other people just drove passed the pissed off Porsche owner, the mildly terrified Neon driver and a couple of bridge cops. I tried not to laugh at the irony of the situation, but I failed miserably—I roared.
I sat in traffic and my post on how our thoughts might affect our lives came to mind. I told myself, yep, the Law of Attraction at its best. He was promoting chaos and that’s exactly what he got!
So what do you think? Was it the Law of Attraction or the dirty looks I had sent his way?
Hey, he called me names!