Welcome to my personal rant that gets me fired up traveling to and from work, and really, anywhere in between. I struggle with other people sharing my roadways. Thanks Dad! In an effort to not take part in a road rage incident, I’ve decided to express my frustrations in a healthier manner. Right here. For you.
Person A: You won’t be happy unless you were the only person driving out there.
Me: How do we make that happen?
Offense: Driving slow enough to hold up all other drivers in the county, plus a group of joggers, in addition to two goats simply trying to run for the dinner bell
Tip: Pull the damn car over and let us through
It always happens to me. I’m cruising along and know things are too good to be true. It’s inevitable that I will eventually pull up to someone going 37 in a 50. And they keep looking back at me in their mirror, worried about what I’m doing! I love it when they tap their brakes to get me to back off. Sir! You are going too slooooooow! The only thing I could do in this situation is to pull over myself and have a sandwich to let you get a few miles ahead. But then, any one of the other 47 cars behind me will be riding “too close” to you!
Whipped Owl 