A Few Rants

You had to know this was coming.

Mr. Lane-Hog squatting in the fast lane: I can read your mind. You're thinking "I'm driving the speed limit or almost; those speed-demons can go around me; I have as much right here as anyone else; besides, it would be dangerous for me to change lanes one-handed with this cell phone pressed to my ear." Just so you won't have to read my mind: you're rude, anti-social and a menace to others.

Hey, 18-wheeler guy! What part of that sign you just went under that says "No trucks this lane" was hard to understand?

Dear Mrs. Unaware-of-her-Surroundings: When I leave 2 car lengths between me and vehicle in front of me, it's so I don't run into his bumper, not so you can swerve in between us.

And whoever you are (and you know): that cop on the side of the road giving a ticket or helping a stranded motorist, who you just sped within 10 feet of at 70 MPH, is probably a good guy and is almost certainly earning peanuts to do a shitty job. There's a law that you're supposed to keep him safe by slowing down or moving to a lane away from him. Are you inconsiderate, or just asleep?

And TURN OFF THAT STUPID DASHBOARD TV! Jeez.