by WR Jones
Why is it that in the whole country of drivers I’m the only one going the correct speed? EVERYONE else is going too fast or too slow. It is really very bad for my blood pressure. No wonder I have a potty mouth. Can you hold yourself to, “Gee whiz, that old geezer in front of me sure is poking along. I wish he would move to the right lane so I could get to the hospital before this baby is born.” The opposite situation, “Doggone that teenager was moving, ran me off the road, and that beer bottle they threw out the window clipped my front fender. I suppose they were in a hurry to get to class.”
I personally use every available epihet to relieve my stress. These include all known racial, sexual, fat or thinsal, old or youngsal, religious, financial, dress code, …, you name it, I’ll call (or scream) it. It seems to help a little, but I still have to elevate my feet and take a couple of aspirin to calm down.
And another insult I must endure – look at the paper I’m forced to draw on at work. I’ve asked the secretary mulitple times to get me some paper without lines. Have you ever tried to draw a car during a meeting? Eventually you get asked why you keep looking out the window.