So, perhaps I didn't have enough coffee this morning before starting my hour-long trek to work...or maybe I just woke up and decided to wear my cranky-pants today...but more than likely...NO ONE FREAKING KNOWS HOW TO DRIVE ANYMORE! It's called rush hour for a reason, people! Most people are trying to get to work on time...or maybe they're already late...and yet you feel the need to be texting...or reading...or playing with your friggin zipper? Who knows?? But looking down at your lap for an exceptionally long extended period of time and allowing a space the length of a football field to open up in front of you so that everyone who isn't unlucky enough to be stuck behind your sorry behind can zoom on in there while I'm stuck looking at you looking down is just not acceptable. If you're not ridiculously old...or dead...there should never, ever, EVER be a reason you're head should be down for that long! (And if anyone suggests that perhaps they just fell asleep, I just might cry...because as far as I can tell, that's a big no-no as well!)
Yeah, I'm talking about you stupid Gray Honda Accord!
And then, when I'm actually stealthy (lucky) enough to get out from behind your big 'ole rear, you have the NERVE to look at me like I'm the one with issues!
Save your Sunday morning drives for SUNDAYS!!!
You feel better now?
ReplyDeleteYou need to show me how you add the music. maybe not for my blog but for me!!!
ReplyDeleteSure thing. And yes, yes I do feel better!!
ReplyDeleteThat's telling them! Hilarious!!!!
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