Not Today, Bro

I know I bitch about driving a lot, but I travel the length of San Diego County soup-to-nuts 2x a day and if I don't vent, I will kill someone. HEY- guy who won't let me merge onto the freeway: What's the plan? Keep speeding up while I drive on the shoulder until I eventually pull over and think about how I disrespected you and your 94 Nissan Sentra by attempting to get on the same freeway as you? Move over, fuckstick. We both have to get to work. Not everything in life has to be a pissing contest.