Listen, I understand it's a Friday morning, the weather is getting colder and getting out of bed is getting harder and harder. Believe me, we are suffering through the same thing in the Robinson household. I understand that you were running late to work today. I was too (today and most every day, I might add). But what I can't quite understand is why the fact that you were running late to work this morning became everyone else's problem.
Just because you are driving the same type of car that was used in the Italian Job, does not mean that you are actually in the movie or that you should be driving like you are. You may have gotten the car to feel like a race car driver, but you aren't and I-90 is not a racetrack. Just because your car is small, does not mean that you have the right to weave in and out of traffic like we are Go Kart racing. Last time I checked, turn signals are not optional and weaving from lane to lane too fast is not a good enough excuse not to use them.
I hope that you got wherever you were going in record time and that you got there safely. More importantly, I hope everyone else got where they were going safely, no thanks to you. If you were already running late, was knocking off an extra five minutes from your commute really worth risking your life and the life of others? Maybe it depends on your boss but my guess is no.
My final message to you, Mr. Mini Cooper Man is "get over yourself." Regardless of what you may think about yourself, you are not the single most important driver on the road. Regardless of how many times you get honked at each commute (and how wimpy my little Mazda's horn is), you could still acknowledge me when I beep at you and recognize the fact that you completely cut me off and almost hit me.
Thanks for making my already wonderful Friday morning just a little bit sweeter.
**Please note** while this incident really did take place this morning and even though I feel my anger at Mr. Mini Cooper Man is justified, this blog served as an overall outlet of my frustration for all of the maniac drivers I encounter on a daily basis during my 50 mile (round trip) commutes. Thank you for your ear (or eyes, rather).
Just because you are driving the same type of car that was used in the Italian Job, does not mean that you are actually in the movie or that you should be driving like you are. You may have gotten the car to feel like a race car driver, but you aren't and I-90 is not a racetrack. Just because your car is small, does not mean that you have the right to weave in and out of traffic like we are Go Kart racing. Last time I checked, turn signals are not optional and weaving from lane to lane too fast is not a good enough excuse not to use them. 
I hope that you got wherever you were going in record time and that you got there safely. More importantly, I hope everyone else got where they were going safely, no thanks to you. If you were already running late, was knocking off an extra five minutes from your commute really worth risking your life and the life of others? Maybe it depends on your boss but my guess is no.
My final message to you, Mr. Mini Cooper Man is "get over yourself." Regardless of what you may think about yourself, you are not the single most important driver on the road. Regardless of how many times you get honked at each commute (and how wimpy my little Mazda's horn is), you could still acknowledge me when I beep at you and recognize the fact that you completely cut me off and almost hit me.
Thanks for making my already wonderful Friday morning just a little bit sweeter.
**Please note** while this incident really did take place this morning and even though I feel my anger at Mr. Mini Cooper Man is justified, this blog served as an overall outlet of my frustration for all of the maniac drivers I encounter on a daily basis during my 50 mile (round trip) commutes. Thank you for your ear (or eyes, rather).
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