Road Rage Takes Over

So, on my way out to lunch, I'm coming out of the main road of campus, and I'm waiting in a line of cars to make a right. A big SUV is in front of me waiting to make that same turn. About 5 cars pass her on the road that give her plenty of time to squeeze in between. Does she make this turn? NO! So what does little Dy do? [Bleep! Bleep!] "What the [bleep bleep] is this car doing?" My car inches a tad closer, urging this SUV to go. It doesn't. By now, the smoke has come out of my ears. "I can't believe you [bleep bleep] car haven't gone! You had the perfect chance!Gooooooo!"

It's finally clear. No cars. The SUV makes the right turn. It's slow, and I'm always asking myself why SUV's are always acting like their cars are not driveable? They act like it's not capable of anything, like going over a pothole, for instance. What is it for? I'm still behind the SUV, because I'm heading the same way it's going, unfortunately for me. We make a stop because you can't make another right without a green arrow on red. It turns green. Finally! Does the SUV move? No! It sits there. STILL. Okay, this dumbass is beyond dumb. It moves. I pass, and look to my right, about to give the finger. Instead, to my SURPRISE, it's my co-worker!

I laughed. I couldn't pass this story up. I dialed another co-worker and told him. I think he laughed just as hard as I did.

ROAD RAGE #2:

I'm late getting back from lunch, but I drive safely as always. I'm a safe driver, even though road rage takes over. Don't get me wrong; safety is far more important.

Some punk ass kid in a convertible dicides he's too cool and tried to make this left turn and slide in between mine and another car. No, he decides he can't so he slides back into the turning lane...but almost hits me. This, of course, pisses me off...but in fear of getting into yet another accident, I slam on my breaks slowly but not completely to avoid getting hit.

Soon, he meets up with me at the traffic light and is RIGHT next to me in the turning lane. He still thinks he's a cool SOB in his convertible with the music blasting, so I roll my window down and tell him, "You need to learn how to [bleep] drive!" This punk deserves the finger. So, I give him the ultimate one.