Dear Crazy Driver…

Dear Crazy Driver,

I know I do not own a massive expensive SUV such as yours, but I know if I did – I’d be concerned with its well being.  It’s apparent you certainly do not care about my not so luxurious vehicle or yours.

You cut me off in the round-about. I know I know…those round-abouts are tricky. So, I let that one slide without getting terribly agitated.

I then passed you in the right hand lane; I don’t think you saw me.  That rush you were in whilst zipping around that circular confusing roadway must have subsided, as you were driving approximately 20 MPH in a 35 MPH zone. Yeah…Those speed limits can be tricky also. Sometimes 25, sometimes 35 – I’ll let that one slide also. I  was doing my very best to give you the benefit of the doubt.

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I do have a breaking point.

It was reached when you made a switch in speeds (again) & decided our vehicles were in a romantic relationship. Your fancy bumper might as well latch onto my simple, not so lavish one. Would you prefer if I just pulled you to your destination? I was tempted to give my brake a little tap, but then fear overcame me as I pictured your obnoxiously enormous automobile sending me to the heavens.

I’m curious…How many accidents have you been in? You must be very wealthy. Do you drop cash for new fancy modes of transportation? Does the dealership (& Auto mechanic) (& traffic cops) know you by name? Do you slow ‘er down in school zones? So many questions…

Ultimately, I don’t know how you are alive…some people have all the luck.

I wish you would take your money and hire a personal driver.

Seriously,

The Girl in the Crappy Malibu.

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