October 6, 2008

The Obligatory Traffic Rant

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.



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