Heart in throat. White knuckles. Gritting teeth.
We've all been there.
The JACKASS in the Hyundai who insisted on cutting me off 5(!) times on my way home this evening deserves to have the blue tooth accessory shoved up his tightly wound ass.
You want to maneuver to try to get ahead that's fine, but moving back and forth between two lanes while the car ahead of me never passes the car next to him is benign. NOT SIGNALING AND THEN THINKING THE "CAR LENGTH" is made just for you requires me to shout at the top of my lungs until you turn. the fuck. away. from me.
GET OFF THE ROAD YOU SWARTHY STICKER WIELDING VEHICLE!
BOO!
That's all I have to say about that.
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