I don’t care who you are, there’s one thing (only one thing?) that drives me absolutely nuts; asshat drivers. Some people are really reckless drivers, and they shall be cursed by me as I screech on the brakes. But what annoys me even more are idiots with more money than sense.
See, I know the limits of my car. I know what it’s capable of. But it’s not a badass car. That’s fine. I don’t need a pimped out engine. I drive to work, not over mountains. But these super sized monstrosities on the road are annoying.
I don’t like the fact that my mom owns an suv, for example. She drives to the grocery store, not across rivers. It’s ridiculous. But what really gets my road rage going are people who have these kind of cars and drive them like the popemobile, like this idiot today.
If it takes a truck that I’d need a ladder just to climb into an eternity to turn into a parking lot that has a light curb, then that driver is an idiot.
An idiot whom I might or might not have said should die. I can’t say for certain, because there was this odd reddish tinge to the world while he crawled onto the curb in slow motion.
I don’t have a death wish though. I know it’s not nice to explain people should put their feet on the pedal and their head out of their ass. I keep those windows rolled up while I hurl insults so no one can hear. But I seriously think that if you can’t drive your vehicle as intended, you should be forced to swap it with a station wagon from the 70s.