As you may have already gleaned from the various pieces that I've posted to this illustrious site, I am not particularly patient. I have little tolerance for people who go through life as if they are stuck in tar. I try to be respectful though and go around them, figuratively and literally, without even as much as a hurumpf, usually.
Today though every pokey ass cock sucker was out.
Every one.
And they were all in front of me. Sometime two at a time.
Case in point, I'm driving down a two lane street in a suburban area that has many side streets and lots of hills, so as to be expected the State has set the speed limit to 35. If they had asked me, it would be 45, because frankly if you can't navigate this sort of avenue, dealing with the various egresses and traffic at a reasonable pace then you shouldn't be driving. Its about 5:30 so its dark and the traffic is typical, heavier than a Sunday morning, but not "heavy". I come around a corner and to my chagrin I find myself behind some old fart in a Nissan Sentra doing 30.
Not 35.
30.
This is irritating to say the least but what the fuck, I'm not in a hurry...
Until we go up the next hill and he allows his car to slow to TWENTY FUCKING MILES PER HOUR!
20.
Son of Bitch.
Now, I'm in a hurry. In a hurry to get away from this jackass before my head explodes. Every goddamn hill we came to, and its Baxter for those of you in St. Louis so there are like 8 little hills, he would slow down to 20.
Just before we came to the point that Baxter opens up to 4 lanes, right before it crosses Clarkson, he turns off into a subdivision. It takes him a full 20 seconds to make a righthand turn on to his street.
I just about pulled my eye lids off.
I wanted his head on a platter.
Slow-ass mother fuckers stay home.
The Chief
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