Notes to other drivers

The last few days I’ve had ‘to do’ lists three miles long and much driving to get things accomplished. Sophia has been quite the little trooper and has done really well. I actually think the more I need to do the less tantrums I get from her. Either way I get worn out. I never really win.

With the vast amount of driving around I had to do I have a few things to tell the drivers around me.

• To the person on the freeway: I am an only child. I don’t share. There are white lines dividing YOUR side and MY side. Respect the fucking lines and stay in your own lane while I’m using the space right next to you. I don’t care that you used your fucking blinker. You need to look beside you before you move because I was *right there* the entire time. Blind dumb ass.
• To the person at the intersection wanting to go straight: When you sit at an intersection through four light cycles because the cross bars for the train are down but no train is coming, it’s time to assume that the lights and cross bars for the train are fucked up and choose a different fucking route already. That happens A LOT at this crossing. You should be familiar with other routes, if not get a fucking GPS, because this isn’t the first time I’ve been stuck behind YOU for the same reason. I’ve seen you before, it’s hard to miss that piece of shit pick-up you drive. So don’t get your panties all in a wad because I drove up on the left side of you in the left-hand turn lane, turned RIGHT, and crossed right in front of you. It’s called taking initiative. The long line of idiots behind you should maybe take some notes on the tactic so they can move as well. I gave you a chance. I gave you three chances. I have shit to do, so either move or I’ll go around. Fuckin’ breathing roadblock.
• To the lady on the side of the road next to a van holding a sign: I know that times are tough and that people are loosing their jobs or have been jobless for many months. I understand that money is tight for a lot of people even if they have jobs, but when you’re prepared enough to carry cardboard and a marker to create a sign I just don’t believe that running out of gas was an accident. I’m guessing you do this A LOT. Maybe you should figure out how much income you have and budget better for gas. I know I’m a cold heartless bitch, but it’s people like you that cause me to not give any money to beggars. I give food and clothing to places that help people in need, but I will never give you money. Fuckin’ career beggar.