For the love of Pete . . . !!!

Let me preface this. I'm a good driver. I'm careful, watchful, and attentive. I actually stop fully at stop signs and before turning right at a red. I drive slow in neighborhoods. I'm law abiding.

Mostly.

On the freeway I'll do about 7 to 9 over the limit. On streets, about 5 over. Since I'm a patient guy, I'm OK with people doing the limit. I have no innate desire to go fast all the time. I've been accused of being a grandpa.

You get the picture.

Today must be mentally retarded driver day. I can't seem to go anywhere where some dork isn't doing about 5 UNDER the limit. And, of course, they're in droves so I can't easily go around them and be on my merry way. To make matters worse, they stop about 300 feet before the light . . . and in between one another!!

AAAAAAAAARGH!

OK. I feel better. Think I'll go mow.