I met my mom at Old Navy yesterday after work. Woohoo!!! I got 2 new shirts! After I left there I was happily driving along when I came to a point in the road where my lane ended and I had to merge left. I turned to check my blind spot. There was a car back there but I had plenty o’ room, and as I flipped on my signal that car tried to speed up so I couldn’t get in front of them. I merged anyways because that’s what I non-verbally said I was gonna do and what does that bitch do? She lays on her horn for at least 30 seconds. I’m telling ya… it was a looooong time. She proceeds to ride my ass for a bit, eventually backs off, and it was the strangest feeling because I was calm knowing she was just being stupid. For me though there is a thin line when it comes to staying sane and becoming enraged. She was standing on my line and I was walking it. Maybe two miles down the road she ended up passing me on the right to make a right hand turn. As she passed I glanced over, what is this? Is that a middle finger I see? I had to laugh to myself at that point and I thought this mega bitch is pissed off at the world. I can’t blame her though, I would be too if I was a fat ugly bitch sportin stubby fingers.
