So, today I'm driving home from the gym and a driver, who is not only texting while driving, but also drinking what I am assuming is a coffee with about 5 names, cafe mocha vodka valium latte, or something similar, just cuts me off and darts into my lane. I break, swerve a little, and let this idiot in. I'm thinking I'm going to get the "oh, sorry, excuse me" wave, but instead this ass clown flips me off. Really? I should have taken my big, huge Sequoia and rammed it straight up his little Audi ass, but I didn't. But I'm still pissed. He thinks I was in the wrong? I then realized, I completely understand road rage. One of these days, this is going to happen, and I am going to hit the person, calmly walk up, drag them out of the car and beat them to a pulp. Okay, I won't do that, but I will fantasize about doing it.
This is seriously the kind of thing that will bug me all day. I wonder why I can't just let it go? Why I think justice has to prevail in every situation? Hmmm, one for the couch I suppose.