I freely admit that I am one…I drive far too fast, I yell at people who don’t know where they’re going, and I *will* cut you off if you’re in the left-hand lane driving the speed limit.

That being said, I use my turn signals, I yield when other cars have the right of way, and I stay in my goddamn lane.

So, when some asshole in a minivan on the Jamaicaway can’t pick a fucking lane and then clips my fucking front bumper because he’s eating his breakfast/drinking his coffee/smoking a cigarette/doing the crossword puzzle instead of paying attention to the road LIKE HE’S SUPPOSED TO…why, yes, I get a little agitated.

Also, it’s 5:00am, asshole. Go back to bed.