| The Joy of Driving by IamBoris I left the house on time for once and for a moment deluded myself into thinking today would be different. I made it as far as the stop sign, where I waited for the silver-grey sedan to pass. It turned into a driveway a quarter-block away. Apparently, no blinker was needed. So I made my turn, having waited for nothing, and prepared for the next assault on my sanity. It didn�t take long before I found myself behind a colossal green 4x4 with no brake lights but a definite need to brake every ten seconds. My descent into madness began. I cursed and I yelled, not at him, of course, but about him, and yet he remained in existence. My brilliant plan had somehow failed. Then the wild turkey showed up and decided to cross the freeway, nearly causing a three-car pile-up in the process. I was, of course, the third car, the poor shmuck stuck behind the green 4x4 with no brake lights. I ranted and raved and turned up the radio, prompting another rant about that, about the absurdity of the cell-phone ad and the offense I�d taken at the pandering, exploitative �Buy for America� campaign. And I watched speeders fly by me as I got trapped behind a semi-truck that cut me off to travel 35 in a 55, leaving me no recourse but to give them the one-finger highway salute. And I seethed and I shouted, which did surprisingly little to rectify the situation, though it did prevent me from sucker-punching the first person I met upon arriving in the overly-crowded campus lot ten minutes late! Do you think I have anger issues? |