I'm leaving work and I make a right hand turn out of the parking lot. Some ass in a little red car pulls right out in front of me from another parking lot. Then the prick has the nerve to start yelling at me as though I was at fault. I gave him a one fingered monkey salute and told him to get fucked.
If time would have permitted, I would have beat his ass.
My wife says I have rage issues, especially in the car. But they aren't rage issues, they're "what the fuck is wrong with you, ya fuckin moron" issues. I wouldn't rage if people were paying attention and not pissing me off.
Take the asshole above, he never even looked to his left as he pulled out to make his left hand turn. Ignorant dick was too busy talking to his passenger. That's right, I was paying so much attention I could see why he was too distracted to see several tons of metal headed right for his driver's side door but he couldn't be bothered with it.
The other wonderful breed of asshole out on the road currently occupying a space on my "I hope you die" list are the ones that pull out in front of me, into my lane, to go half the speed limit. And as I start swearing under my breath while stomping on the brake, a quick glance in the rear view mirror shows the closest car behind me can't even be seen with the naked eye. Yet these asses just have to almost cause an accident so they can get ahead of me to go slow.
I hate these people and I want to watch horrific things happen to them.
Don't feel sorry for them, they are asking to die. If my reaction time wasn't as good as it is, some of them would have already.
Folks, a car is a giant deadly piece of machinery and it's way past time to start treating it as such. It's not a social gathering site, it's not a phone booth, it's not a computer cafe, and it is not your bathroom. If you keep treating it like it is, there are good odds it will be your vehicle to the gods.
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Amen Brother Frank! I drive 20 miles to and from work each day and there's not a day some F'ing Idiot doesn't try to get both of us killed, either by not paying any attention to driving or by trying to get to hell in half the allotted time. I don't care if they kill themselves, but I really, really do not want me or my wheels messed up because of their stupidity. It's damn scary!
Exactly, and that's where my "rage" comes from. They wanna kill themselves in a random act of stupidity, fine. Leave me out of it. I like being alive.
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