normally never a very level headed person. It can be an endearing trait or not, you pick. I don’t really care.
I commute 45 minutes a day to work. I know there are people who seriously drive longer and I don’t know how you do it. I’ve encountered more issues on that 25 mile drive in one day than I ever thought possible.
First: The speed limit isn’t there for you to ignore, you idiot. They put a friggin’ reflective sign up so that you would SEE it and follow it.
The yellow dotted line means I will pass you. It also means don’t be an ass and speed up so I can’t get in front of you because you’re too busy texting your soccer moms about how “O.M.G. I totes just heard the new Biebs song, and it’s amazeballs.”
GET OFF YOUR F*&#ING PHONE! The rest of us are trying to make it to work in one piece. Don’t take selfies to show your baby daddy that you’re wearing a trashy top today. Drive. That’s what you’re doing. You’re also operating a very large vehicle (that you don’t need, mind you, as you only have an infant in the back seat) and it’s barreling toward unsuspecting passers-by who don’t want to die today.
Ladies of the interwebs, UNITE and take the pledge to stop being TERRIBLE drivers. Put the phone down, turn the music up, and lets driiiive!
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