Julie's Journal

I like my job, but I truly hate the drive here. It’s not so much that it’s a long drive, or the time it takes me to get here though. It’s the total asinine people in other cars around me.

This one is for you Miss Thang in your yellow Beetle…

• There is no need to turn on your signal when you want to get in my lane. I’m telepathic.
• Oh please talk on your cell phone, while applying lipstick in your rear view mirror, while swerving into my lane. I’m suicidal and I want to die on my way to work today.
• Hey, was that an empty water bottle you just threw out your window? Does the phrase, “give a hoot don’t pollute” ring any bells?

Isn’t there some number you can call to turn these morons in? Is it bad that I am secretly wishing she has the most shittiest day of her life today?

[tags]commuting, traffic, driving[/tags]