Driving Me Nuts

Yesterday I had a job to pick up a vehicle in Framingham Mass. It was a nice day and I was traveling with good people. One of the men in the car is a local Democratic politician and another buddy is a crazy Republican. Well their was a very loud conversation, or as I say a yell fest. But that is not the story. The story is on the way back and it is a old story as far as I am concerned anyway. I was traveling by myself and I was going north on route 1 in Maine, and I was stuck behind a person who had decided that they were going to travel 10 miles and hour under the speed limit. If you have heard this story from me, stop me,. it's will not work though. So we reach the promise land were there are two lanes, so slower traffic can pull to the right and let the the people who travel at the speed limit go on their merry way. But not this person, he stayed in the left lane still going 10 mph under the speed limit. As you pal passed this knuckle head on the right ,going a thousand miles per hour, I rolled down my window gritted my teeth and called this guy a slow moving-not paying attention-three toed sloth- A-hole, while simultaneously giving him the finger. Oh that feels good. Why do these people do this to me? Why do they want to make me nuts? OK , let's fall on our knees and clasp our hand together and pray "Dear Jebus please make the people who travel at least 10 mph under the speed limit and that are in front of me on the road, run off the road and have their cars burst in to flames. Amen"