The Overly Enthusiastic Wave

I almost had a wreck the other day. Why? You might ask? I was startled by an overly enthusiastic wave. Yep, I almost ran off the road because someone waved at me. I'm not such an ogre that I don't get the occasional wave or even my favorite, the extended forefinger aimed in my direction. But this wave was different. This wave involved at least two individuals in a silver soccer mom van. I couldn't tell what they looked like--I only saw long dark hair on one of them. The person driving the van laid on the horn with one hand and had the other hand waving as fast as she could. The passenger had everything she could possibly find waving in my direction. As I became somewhat distracted by all of these shenanigans, I felt my eyes widen as our vehicles became dangerously close to one another. The wavers' eyes widened as well but it didn't deter the waving; only increased it, I think. I gave the perfunctory wave as I passed them, silently glad that they hadn't run me off the road. Later that day, I recounted  the story to my mom: Me: "Two ladies 'bout ran me off the road today." Mom: "They did? Were you going too fast?" Me: "Nope. They were waving and beeping so much at me that we almost ran into each other." Mom: "Huh?" Did you know 'em?" Me: "I haven't the foggiest idea..." Mom: "Maybe they was just messing with you.  I do that all the time--wave at people real big and act like I know them. Makes people smile.... Me:  "Do you run them off the road?" Mom: "Only if they don't wave back!"