It started about 40 miles from Chicago. My husband morphed before my eyes from Easy Rider into Super Asshole Driver.
Suddenly blinkers are nonexistent and forget 2 car lengths between us and the car in front of us.
Once, we stopped to pay a toll and the car ahead of us looked to be talking to the person in the tollbooth.
He pounds his fist on the wheel and yells, "No directions! Let's go!" It was comical in a frightening sort of way.
Suddenly blinkers are nonexistent and forget 2 car lengths between us and the car in front of us.
Once, we stopped to pay a toll and the car ahead of us looked to be talking to the person in the tollbooth.
He pounds his fist on the wheel and yells, "No directions! Let's go!" It was comical in a frightening sort of way.
3 comments:
My hubby drives like that on a daily basis. Yeah, especially when he's pissed off, then he's an ass. Fun times!
So what you're saying is that you'll be avoiding Atlanta too, huh? Shucks and I was just about to invite all my bloggy friends to visit!
Wow, Chicago sounds like it's filled with all my kindred spirits! That sounds like how I drive on a daily basis. :)
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