STAY OFF THE ROAD
-Sincerely,
William
Furthermore, there are a number of things that I hate about you. One, a merge sign is NOT a stop sign, Minnesota drivers are terrible, I come cruising in ready to merge smoothly into traffic and then the person in front of me jams on the brakes leaving me screaming at my windshield. Two, I hate people who honk at me half a second after a light has turned green like I haven't seen it. That makes me actually just want to sit in front of the light to spite them, not go any faster. Third, I hate people who don't know that if a speed limit ends in five it is not rounded down to the nearest ten. I hate being stuck behind someone going 30 mph on a 35 mph road, I can't pass and I can't scream at them. But its ok, I'll just hold all my anger inside me until I feel like I'll explode from the pressure of my rage. Thats healthy right?
Kaitlyn: I could go on forever about this. First off, let me just say, I am the best driver in the world. I can thread the needle like it's nobody's business. I have gotten from my parking space at MOA to my front doorstep (a little over 15 miles) in 15 minutes on a Friday. I am amazing. Anyway, it bothers me to no end that I have to share the road with people who don't even deserve to be a passenger in a car, much less drive one. For example, I was traveling down 169 one day with my sister, on my way to Jimmy John's. As I take the exit towards Target, a BMW is going about twenty miles an hour. On the highway. Now if you know what exit I'm talking about, you know that it takes awhile to get to the stop sign at the end. This guy was going twenty on it. Not only is that annoying, it's flat out dangerous. You cannot go that slow on an exit when there are people coming off the highway at like 70 mph. So anyway, I was behind this guy, tailing him to no end, he flashes his brake lights, I pay no mind. As soon as we turn left to go back over the highway, he stops. In the middle of the bridge. Flat out stops moving. I was going insane. My sister thought I was going to kill someone. So there we were, sitting on a mother effing bridge, not frickin moving. I wanted to kill him.
Kaitlyn: I could go on forever about this. First off, let me just say, I am the best driver in the world. I can thread the needle like it's nobody's business. I have gotten from my parking space at MOA to my front doorstep (a little over 15 miles) in 15 minutes on a Friday. I am amazing. Anyway, it bothers me to no end that I have to share the road with people who don't even deserve to be a passenger in a car, much less drive one. For example, I was traveling down 169 one day with my sister, on my way to Jimmy John's. As I take the exit towards Target, a BMW is going about twenty miles an hour. On the highway. Now if you know what exit I'm talking about, you know that it takes awhile to get to the stop sign at the end. This guy was going twenty on it. Not only is that annoying, it's flat out dangerous. You cannot go that slow on an exit when there are people coming off the highway at like 70 mph. So anyway, I was behind this guy, tailing him to no end, he flashes his brake lights, I pay no mind. As soon as we turn left to go back over the highway, he stops. In the middle of the bridge. Flat out stops moving. I was going insane. My sister thought I was going to kill someone. So there we were, sitting on a mother effing bridge, not frickin moving. I wanted to kill him.
William: I though there should be a short note to bad passengers as well. I hate people who make fun of my music while in MY car. I'm giving you a frickin ride home, if you want to walk by all means go on degrading my music d-bag. I also hate people who crank up the volume on the radio the minute they step into the car, I like my eardrums intact thank you. Respect the driver, please.
