Made for the election, obviously, but still very powerful.
I am getting ready for work, for a job I hate, for pay that does NOT cover the bills, through weather that could literally kill me…yay.
Dear Jackhole in the giant white Escalade;
Turn-signals are our friends. Please use yours so that when you weave all the fuck over the place, I can try to get out of your way. When traveling in a 55mph zone, please do not cut me off and then slam on your brakes so you can slow down to 30mph for the next few miles. Alternately, I noticed that you feel free to jet up to 65mph in a 45mph zone. Please don’t hesitate to repeat this in front of a cop. Children that small should be belted into car-seats not climbing all over inside the vehicle, nor sticking themselves that far out of the windows. If I owned a cell phone, I so would have called the cops on your ass for reckless driving among other moving violations. Count your sorry self lucky I am so frikken poor, you horrible excuse for a licensed driver.
Yours ever so truly,
One Pissed-Off Driver
Yes We Can