Road Rage: Do they make pills for that yet?

Panicked email from my mom yesterday:

This just happened to me: A woman who believed I had grazed her car in traffic (I hadn't) got out of her car and stood in front of my SUV. I was on my way to the airport to drop Uncle T off. She rained insults on me and insisted I had to kill her instantly (this was after she had violently banged on the driver’s side of my window). I ignored her and continued to move the car at snail speed in the traffic. She refused to move so I would inch forward, and she had to inch backward to avoid getting hit by the car.

Next thing, she picked up a very large stone and proceeded to bash our car bonnet very, very violently. We watched her silently, in awe of road rage. Demonic task accomplished, she stalked off. I didn't get out of the car. A bashed bonnet is far easier to fix than a bashed head.

Xoxox
Mom

*Okaaaaaaaaaay, no more complaints about the metro on my end.


Bombay Traffic
Neerav Mehta, Flickr