Road Rage

It never fails. Anytime and everytime I get in the car and have to drive somewhere, some dumb-ass has to pull right infront of me. It doesn't matter that there is no one for miles behind me or the fact that there are two lanes and they could choose to pick the slow lane. Then to add insult to injury, the slow down! What the F&*)*#@! It's called the fast lane for a reason!

So then, I signal (because, my dear husband, you're supposed to) and enter the slow lane and pass the idiot. In doing this, it must have pissed him off because, he flips me off. I'm like, bastard, don't make me...Well, I don't guess I can really do anything. Although, visions of his ass hanging by an anal hook from a bungy cord brought a smile to my face.

I think they should check for breading and evidence of an IQ before they give out a driver's license.