And since I'm in that kind of mood, I just want to give a "shout-out" to the idiot who was driving the rusted out Toyota pick-up truck in front of me on the way home. Hey buddy, I don't know what the hell is so interesting in your lap that's causing you to look there more than at the road, and I don't want to know. But can you please go more than 15 miles per hour up the ramp to merge onto the highway? You can stare at your lap all you want once I pass you.
And by the way, your license plate fell off about a block and a half ago.
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