As Kayla and I were heading to Callaway Gardens for our photo shoot, we were buzzing down what is sort of a bypass around Columbus. Although it's not an interstate, It is a divided four-lane...a very busy four-lane where most drivers take the speed limit signs as a suggestion, not a requirement. You have to pay attention.
And that's just what I was doing with the car ahead of me. What caught my attention was that the person in the seat behind the driver...he kept sticking his arm out the window. That in itself wouldn't be so weird but he had a cup in his hand. Well, really it was a tumbler...tall and orange. It wasn't a paper drink cup like you'd get from a fast-food place; it looked more solid, like one you'd bring with you from home. He'd stick the tumbler out the window for a brief time then pull it back inside. The size of the arm told me it wasn't a kid, unless it was a teen, but I couldn't come up with any reason why someone would be doing this.
Then the arm with the cup went out again and stayed there. Suddenly, the tumbler rotated 180 degrees and all the liquid inside went pouring out. Now that wouldn't have been a problem if the car had been sitting still but barreling along at 70 miles an hour, that liquid went flying back...all over my car. For a split second everything was a blur as I reached for the wiper button to sweep away whatever was in that glass. I had visions of my car being covered with some sticky substance but it must have been water as it swept away without leaving any residue.
I'm normally pretty mellow behind the wheel. Oh, I don't like it when people drive in the left lane or fail to use their turn signal but my reaction is usually just some muttering under my breath. This time, however, I laid on the horn. Road rage it wasn't but I wanted the driver to know I wasn't happy about the situation her passenger had created. Not only was his action rude, it was dangerous and I wanted the driver to be aware of it. I was trying to be charitable and think perhaps it was the careless action of a teen and the mother/driver had no idea it was about to happen but I also kept thinking about how Kayla, a fairly new driver, would have managed in this same situation.
We both got off at the same exit and I'm sure the driver was concerned that I was following her to confront her but it was really just a lane that fed three different exits. She took the first one, we went off the second one and we both went on our way. My first reaction is still the one I have today when I think about what happened: That was rude!