I like to consider myself fairly considerate to others, regardless of the situation. But there are times when the fact that others don’t show the same consideration makes me more than a bit cranky.

Particularly on the road. As I was stuck behind someone going 45 on Route 12 between Oxford and Norwich the other morning (you know, where the posted speed limit is 55?), I had plenty of time to reflect on a few of my biggest pet peeves of the road.

First and foremost is the type of driver I found myself behind that morning. Even though this behavior is not exclusive to a specific gender of age group, I call them “Grandma.” In part, because it cuts down on my use of colorful language. I say things like: “Come on, Grandma!,” “Get a move on, Grandma,” or “Are you kidding me, Grandma?” rather than what I really want to shout, which would be unprintable and earn me the No Daughter of Mine speech if my mother happened to be in the car.

I’m not sure what has these people convinced that driving 10 to 15 miles an hour under the speed limit is a good idea. Because it certainly isn’t about road conditions. Someone told me that AARP actually recommends seniors drive under the speed limit. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a corresponding increase in road rage incidents involving that age group.