I hate idiot drivers. You know...driving too slow in the fast lane, blinker on FOR TWELVE MILES AND COUNTING and picking his nose like he's surrounded by mirrors instead of windows. These people are the true root of road rage. Although there are the funny drivers.
That guy who's got his lean on, lips puckered like he's LL Cool J, head bobbing to the $8,000 stereo he's still making payments on, driving the semi-tricked out 1994 Acura Integra he inherited from his Dad when they bought the van conversion, thinking his shit is the shit.
Or that karaoke lady who's got the windows rolled up all the way so she can sing at the top of her lungs like her car's a recording studio and she's got the hand movements going on at the same time.
Or the "road mac" who thinks he's God's gift to women, windows rolled down, eyes darting all over the place looking for the hottie in the next car, and then cat-calling out to her thinking he can get her digits.
Me, I'm the guy that does all the yelling...windows rolled up. I may vent that way, but at least my rage is contained.
Yeah, I'm one of 'em.
Ain't it funny?
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