#ragaholic

So this week’s topic is going to be a little different. Thisweek’s topic is going to be the things I hate while driving that cause my road rage.  For Instance that one idiot who rides on your tail in the middle of traffic as if that’s going to make the traffic go any faster! I mean it’s not like I’m the reason the roads blocked up. Speaking of the devil, traffic is another thing. For the love of Christ it feels like we need a cure to traffic almost as much as we need a cure to cancer! Honestly someone fix that! And the traffic lights!? Dear God please take me now. Every single time I have somewhere to be it just suddenly decides to turn red. Speaking of which you know that one butt that’s looking at their phone texting when the light turns green! Honestly tell Becky you will talk to her later and MOVE! Then there’s that one dude who goes sooooooo slow. I have places to be and things to do! Go faster or get out the way! Also I hate when there is that one person who crosses the street when they’re not suppose to and takes their sweet time walking to cross the street as if there isn’t  a freaking car waiting on you. Every fiber of my being is screaming for me to run his butt over. Then there are other people who have the gall to get mad at my flawless perfectly amazing driving. Who do you think you are! Trying to rage at me?! Boy I will hop out of this car and hand out hot African back hand slaps like its black Friday and Christmas combined!! Then there’s factors like construction and potholes that just decided to pop out of nowhere and ruin your day. You know that feeling you have when your car dips into that pothole? It feels like your about to fall through the ground. In that split moment your life flashes before your eyes, you wish the best to your family, and you look to the sky and say “Jesus… I’m coming home” or maybe something along the lines of “JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL!!!!” This is why I have bad road rage. One of the worst things is when you have driven to a place and you feel like you’ve been to hell and back and you arrive and there is NO PARKING!!!! Its like your arriving at the pearly gates and Saint Peter slams it in your place. Oooooh I’m getting rage just thinking about it. Let me stop.