I am getting into my car, heading to the highway, and driving forty miles per hour in the left lane. When people honk at me, flip me off and cuss out there windows I will smile and say, "Why are you in such a rush?" I will then chuckle.
On warmer months in the summer, I will play music that is inappropriate for an old fart and throw candy out my window at the people who ride by my side to tell me what an #$#$@#$ I am for driving so slow. When a tailgater approaches, I will take my foot off the gas peddle and whistle, 'I don't want to work, I want to bang on the drums all day.'
Beep beep.
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