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Outrageous Road Rage

When did bad driving become a personal thing?

Why does someone's crappy driving cause me to froth and seethe like a rabid, discriminating jerk?

I think I’ve got an open mind and do try my best to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but operating a vehicle is not a right. It's a privilege.

Why do YOU abuse that privilege?

Why must you subject me, my family, and the rest of society to your egocentric display?

I’m now stuck behind you, cursing. Saying things my kids shouldn’t hear.

You stop, then start, then stop and start again, all the while casually swerving across two lanes.

We're trapped.

I’m now driving right on your slow moving ass. Tailgating. Gritting my teeth while wanting to connect bumpers and push you off of the road. But you don’t move over or get out of my way.

I sound the horn and you honk mock me back. Repeatedly. You even wave, taunting me further.

How can you be so oblivious to how your bad driving affects others?

What the hell is wrong with YOU?

The ticket said that I had wrecklessly merged onto an active parade route.

Stupid Oscar Mayer Weinermobile.


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