Dear Oldsters on the highway/road,
I'm really sorry I mentally curse you out every time I'm stuck behind your tortoise like car. I always get so angry when you're going 5mph in a 50 that I seem to lose all sense and don't stop to think that you're people too. Whenever I finally pass your Oldsmobile or Buick and see that you are, in fact, an oldster, I get really sad inside.
I didn't mean it.