Dear Guy In The White Pick-up Who Refused To Let Me Or The Person In Front Of Me Over When There Was An Unexpected Obstruction In Our Lane,
I'm so glad that about a half mile down our journey you pulled up in the lane next to me. When you turned to check me out, I took it upon myself to roll down my window and call you an asshole to your face. I, then, did the badass move of cranking up my volume before you could respond. Normally I get attacks of a guilty conscience easily, but I didn't even feel bad this time because all I did was state the facts.
Let People Over Next Time, You Are Not That Important,