I use to be a somewhat calm driver.

I use to wonder why people cursed at cars that wouldn’t be able to hear it.

I use to laugh at the impatient driver that switched lanes a thousand times only to end up in the same place.

Now, I am that angry driver.

I haven’t succumbed to giving the evil eye (staring down another person as you pass them by), or the finger (self-explanatory), but I feel the madness growing. Everyday, my patience is stretched a little thinner, and it feels like a rubber band would right before it breaks.

Honestly though, I’m a little curious to see what will happen when I finally flip out…