Anger management

To the guy in the big gray Ford F-150 jacked-up truck that cut me off on the road this morning:

Hi! It's me, the woman in the white Avalon again. Just wanted to say thanks for making my day.

You know, there are these things called traffic laws. Maybe you've heard of them? There are these silly little rules that help keep the traffic moving and help prevent accidents. One of my favorites is which car has the right-of-way.

Okay, maybe you don't get that part. And obviously you were in a little bit of a hurry this morning - so much so that you intentionally sped up and cut me off even though I had the right-of-way. Or maybe you just were in a bad mood. Maybe you didn't get any last night. I don't know, but obviously you kind of thought that perhaps it was in your best interest to speed up and miss my bumper by mere centimeters.

But you know what really made my day? How you were so intent on turning around and cussing me out while extending your middle finger that you almost ran off the road and flipped your fancy big truck. Because you know what? That would've been just so worth you saving those extra 2.7 seconds this morning.

Oh, and by the way, I hope you can read lips. Because I wasn't telling you to have a nice day.

Bye!