Do these people think they are good drivers?

Holy crap, two entries in one day! Did you win the lottery or something?

So, of late, I have been employed in a regular type occupation. It is actually pretty cool in the sense that I work with people who are cool. This makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I've actually found myself (mildly) looking forward to going to work. It's kinda crazy. Not that I want to sell insurance or anything. I'm just saying.

My foray into the 9-5 world (or rather, 9:30-5, or, whatever hours work that day, because if I want them to be different, that's cool, do you see what I mean?) unfortunately means that I am now subject to the maladies of the "rush hour." The good news is that the job only requires about 5-10 minutes of driving, because it's really really close to my house. The bad news is that in those 5-10 minutes, I encounter untold numbers of douchebags and idiots.

Yesterday I was nearly run off the road no fewer than three times. The first fellow was behind me in a monstrous truck. He pulled so close to me that I could only almost see the severed ram's head logo on the front grill. I was stopped at a red light. I was watching the lights to see when they would turn, and I began to move the instant the light became green. And the fucker honked at me. FUCKING HONKED AT ME. Like, what the fuck. A "what is the freaking hold up, you slow moron??" honk, in case that's not clear. I instantly realized that it didn't matter when I started moving, because he had fully planned to honk at me anyway.

The next instance came on a stomach-clenching stretch of road, because it's a 40mph curving road bounded by concrete dividers. You then come to a light where the speed becomes 25mph. It's best not to ask. Anyway, at this light, I turn. Except I wondered if I'd be able to make the turn, as the young man and his jalopy behind me was seemingly attached to my rear bumper. I wasn't really sure if I should try to go faster, or slower, or what. I wondered if he realized that I would need to stop soon. And if he would hit me when that eventuality presented itself. It turned out okay.

The last was on my very street, and I really have no idea what happened. I wanted to go to the post office, but I needed to stop at my house to get something. So I was going to park on my quiet residential street. Instead, I had to kind of swerve over when a blue car was, yet again, upon the very ass of my car. As he sped by, he gave me some incredulous looks and hand gestures, as if *I* were the asshole.

Now, don't get me wrong, I considered that maybe I had gotten drunk or something and had been driving like crap that day. But I wasn't.

Today I watched a car in front of me tail the car ahead of it, with the brake lights flashing every few seconds. That probably wouldn't have happened had the one driver not been up the other one's ass. And that's when this entry's title occurred to me.

Seriously, there are many bad drivers. I really don't like to drive. I find it to be immensely stressful, though perhaps good for my abdominal muscles. And it's not that I don't trust myself. I don't trust other people. And ... do they realize how much they suck? I have to think that if they did, then they would endeavor not to suck anymore. But perhaps they don't know. And if they don't know, *why* don't they know? Why don't they realize who much they fucking suck!

The end.