driving

"Oh come on, man. Seriously?"
We all hate getting cut off. That's not uncommon or anything. I have a serious problem with people changing lanes on the highway without signaling. It's not hard. It's not even a complete flick of the risk. It almost doesn't qualify as a movement and yet people refuse to do it time and time again. I can't understand it at all. For fear of being a hypocrite, I always signal. I am in love with my signals.
Right now I am the picture of anger. I am seething with rage, all of it being taken out on my steering wheel. The veins on my hand are clearly visible. My eyes have shaken themselves out of their road daze and firmly locked onto the silhouette of the asshole driver who so grievously wronged me. I need to see this guy's face.

My drive has gained direction because of this guy. I was just driving to get away from my house. I couldn't stay there any more; I'm not appreciated there. But the road appreciates me because I drive it well. I am the dream driver. I have perfect etiquette and avoid the pitfall of so many cautious drivers: going too slow. I am perfect, I've never been in an accident, my record is clean, god I love driving.
But this guy... This guy ruined my drive. I need to see what happens to him, where he's going. Where do assholes go during the day? Starbucks? Wal-Mart? Where? Assholes are always going somewhere. Somewhere very Important.

I cackle at the Asshole as he gets cut off himself. And the guy who cut the Asshole off just swerved back into his old lane! That's justice if I've ever seen it: a pointless cut-off. Alright I've had my justice sense fulfilled and I'm sure I've made my family worry enough. I happily signal to get into the far lane so I can take the next exit to turn around. Then the Asshole gets cut-off a second time by the other cut-off guy and this time its not a clean cut-off. Both cars spin towards my lane, without signaling, and end up on the grass past the shoulder. I go past this scene, maintaining my speed, and glance towards the two cars. The damage should be pretty hard to pay for. That's unfortunate.
I get off at the next exit and stop at a Starbucks before heading home. There's nothing like warm coffee near the end of the day.