If I had to --and thank you God that I do not--drive to the city every morning to work, I would be homicidal.
Twice this week I have had to drive into "town" as John calls it. Oh my goodness. Seriously, if these people lived in LA they'd be dead by now. So I thought I'd write them a letter:
Dear Lady/Man on the cellphone going 55 in the middle lane on the freeway in the morning,
Knock it off.
Sincerely,
Me
4 comments:
Preach it, sistah.
That was awful polite compared to what I would say. Good restraint:)
Sorry about that. Pat called on the cell and 65 seems so...so...FAST!!
Next time, could you please refrain from giving me the finger?
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