I really shouldn’t be allowed to drive. I’m going to kill someone one of these days, I’m just going to slam my car into them because they piss me off. If I owned a gun there would be dead bodies left in my wake. We drove to Dillon today on the other side of the Continental Divide to test the truck out, and everything went OK, we may need a new thermostat but other then that everything is fixed on the truck. So the trip is about two hours each way, everyone was pissing me off today, people cutting me off or riding my ass. “I’m doing 85 ASSHOLE what more do you want!” Grrrrrrrr. I’m ready to kick in the door of our downstairs neighbor and march into his apartment and rip his face off and wipe my ass with it, just because he parks crooked in the parking lot, sometimes double parking. I’m so mad right now. I need a drink.
I always think of Days of Thunder when I’m driving, my favorite line is “He hit me!!” “No he rubbed you, and rubbings racing”.