Dear "Ms. I am SO important driving my SUV ":
I am in the lane you are merging into.. that means you have to yield. FYI- It is common courtesy to use a turn signal. Also the lines on the road - they have a purpose.- solid lines equals no crossing- wait for the dashes on the road. Finally, your middle finger looks fine... I am so glad you took the time to show it to me- wanna see mine?
Yours truly,
Amy
PS- AHHH I hate people who think they are above the rules of the road.
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Hey, I think I know that woman! I saw her down here yesterday!
I saw her husband this morning. He was attempting to pass a minivan on the hilly part of E Summitview, double lines and all. Luckily for everyone on the road, he realized that there were many other people on the road and so, only when the minivan turned right into a subdevelopment, did he swerve around... into the turning lane in the center of the road... into the path of a truck coming up the hill... so he had to swerve back over... again. *rolls eyes*
WHY ARE WE ALL IN SUCH A BIG F^@#ING HURRY!!! YOU'RE GOING TO SPEED AHEAD, ALL ANGRY, BLOOD PRESSURE THROUGH THE ROOF, ONLY TO SEE ME IN YOUR REARVIEW MIRROR WHEN WE _BOTH_ HIT ONE OF THE HUNDREDS OF STOP LIGHTS BETWEEN HERE AND WHEREVER IT IS YOU BELIEVE YOU NEED TO GET TO SO QUICKLY!
I find myself guilty of being impatient. And 95% of the time I whip around someone, all eager to get wherever, I end up at a light.. and the person I was so angry at for driving so slowly... it right behind me. That's when I remind myself: Unless I'm on the highway, with a 3 hour or more drive ahead of me, going 5 or 10 miles an hour faster isn't really going to gain me anything significant.
this is hilarious!
So let me get this straight- she gave you the finger?! I can't believe her nerve.
Ahh-road rage. Yes she gave me the finger. Apparently she thought I should have let her cut me off and get in front of me. She is too important to yield to moving traffic.
Darrin- My blood pressure and temper was up the rest of the evening- just ask Tom. Poor guy he got to hear me vent for quite a while.
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