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No—irritated is an understatement

The annoyance grohen the car in front of o at the four-way stop sign

Hang a right Hang a left Go straight So!

“Move!” I shout, s wheel with the palod”

Lights blindstars

“What the hell, man!”

I hate trucks sometimes—they think they own the road In the winter, it seems to be worse Newsflash: just because you’re heads above the rest of us peons who drive cars does not et to be an asshole and blaze past everyone trying to get to their destination in one piece Especially in the snow

Rude

And this jerk behindmy ass any closer, he’d be up my butthole

In fact…

I bite down on my bottom lip

It seems like…

I takea foot Then another

The truck mimics my movements

Weird

The car ahead of me finally lifts their foot off the brake and inches forward as the glaring set of lights flash behind me

“Knock it off!” I loudly complain to no one

Seriously Knock it off

But they don’t The driver of the truck flashes their lights again—this tihts

“I swear, if you do that shit oneirrationally angry

They do that shit one more time

This is where the rubber meets the metaphorical road, and I have a choice: I can either calet out, and give that reckless ass a piece of my mind

Always a bit late to the party,but white-knuckle the steering wheel, litter in

I admire it despite my ire

Get a grip, Charlie Now is not the ti your tail This never ends well in the movies

If this were a horror flick, I would putmy vehicle I’d stalk over to the truck, probably wouldn’t be able to see the driver because I bet thetint is opaque Then I’d get too close, the door would open, and the driver would get out with his chainsaw Force me to retreat into a nearby alleyway or cornfield I’d run and run and run until I’m too far from civilization or any hope of help Then the psycho—probably in ain his path to pieces