So, I'm leaving church on Sunday, turning onto the Interstate to go to the grocery store. Youngest daughter and I are chatting along, I flip on a turn signal a few yards before the on ramp.

As I'm turning, I noticed the guy in the car waiting at the off-ramp for me to turn...he's pissed. I mean, yelling, screaming, gesturing, hopping up and down...all red faced. It took a few moments for me to realize, I was the one who pissed him off.

When I realized what he was so upset about (apparently, I signaled too late and held him up for...what an additional 8 seconds), I laughed out loud. Literally laughed in his face...it was an honest reaction -- I thought it was hysterical that this guy would get so upset about something so terribly inconsequential.

I decided to throw him a hand signal -- a peace sign -- since he was still yelling (through his rolled up car window) and making his own hand signals that were definitely not signs of peace.

As I drove along, bewildered and sort of humored by angry-driver-man, I realized how terribly sad it must be to live with that kind of anger and temper inside of you. I mean...really, dude, chill. In the grand scheme of things...does it matter?

I can only hope angry-driver-man is as outraged by crack dealers, pedophiles and mass murders, but...it's probably just stupid woman drivers who really get his goat.