Out Of My Dreams and Into My Car

Something I already knew, thanks to my formidable skills in observation and keen intellect: jerk commuter drivers in New England are the same as jerk commuter drivers in the Mid-West. Only the Mid-Western ones are just barely a tad safer. They're all just...jerk commuter drivers, eh?

Why, oh why, are there this many people in the world who are too dumb to own a driver's license much less share the road with people whose children are in the car?

Hey, don't point the finger at me, I'm the person who gets dirty looks from the jerk commuter drivers because I drive legally and only five miles over the speed limit. And when, astoundingly enough, I don't speed up because some jerk commuter driver sits six inches off my bumper when I'm already going over the limit and they then creep to three inches off my bumper, I'm still the same driver I was in New England and I slow down to the EXACT speed limit.

So...how 'bout them Patriots? Eh?