To anyone that doesn’t know me, I can be known to have a bit of a short fuse at times. This mainly happens when driving, not to the point that I’m a dangerous driver, more to the point that I just can’t tolerate muppets on the road!

Driving to work today has forced me to display my road rage behaviour. I think today was D**khead day on the roads!

My first gripe was when I flashed somebody out and they didn’t say thank you! MANNERS COST NOTHING DUMBASS!!!!! A quick wave of the hand or hazard lights would have sufficed, where is this sense of entitlement coming from! I hope your windows freeze over tomorrow morning and you run out of de-icer.

That was that, I thought train your inner chimp Sarah, don’t let this ruin your day.

A bit further down I got into the outside lane to overtake, at the same time another driver also moved over. That driver then proceeded to drive slower than those in the inside lane, I get back into the inside lane, they also do the same, I move back over, so do they, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM MOOOOOOOOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The next part of the road I come to is 40mph, I get stuck behind someone driving exactly 27mph. If you’re scared to drive then don’t, especially not in rush hour traffic!

Finally, I arrive at work. Like most workplaces, there is a car park with ample parking. I drive a fairly big car and have no trouble in these spaces. I sh*t you not a Citroen c1 pulled in and back out of a space probably 10/15 times before still parking wonky. Your car is the size of a postage stamp what the hell are you doing!

By this time the space I was heading towards was taken by someone else who drove the other way around the car park (which in itself wound me up!).

I think what I’m trying to say here is stop driving like a bunch of kn**s! If driving terrifies you then maybe public transport is the answer.

While I’m here id also like to address cyclists. Cyclists annoy me full stop, fully admire they’re saving the environment and being fit and healthy but get out of the MIDDLE OF THE F***ING ROAD! Stop weaving through cars in a traffic jam it just comes across as cocky! Also, you look like a d**k in lycra and a pointy helmet, you’re not doing the Tour De France you’re going to work get over yourself!

I think, now I’ve got that off my chest, I will be able to get on with my day! Thanks for reading my whiny gripes!

Ciao for now xx

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I'm 29 and literally clueless about mostly everything! I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up! The thought of having children scares the life out of me, I can barely dress myself! Life basically seems like one big joke (because that's what I make it to disguise the fact that adulting petrifies me and is sooooo bleak!) except I have direct debits coming out of my eyeballs and nothing I say really seems to make any sort of sense! I crave excitement outside of seeing whats in my monthly Birchbox subscription. The ageing process is not being kind to me (the day I discovered a chin hair was a MAJOR low point!) My waist is rapidly expanding. My desire to be thin is ever increasing. My motivation to do anything about it is ever depleting. I have an inner need to buy budget gadgets that break or are completely useless and that desire never seems to fade, I literally have a house full of useless s**t!!! What is life?! I think its time for a Gin...................

2 thoughts on “ROAD RAGE!”

  1. Parking lots are like modern demolition derbies. I’ve had my drivers door dented, my tail light smashed and my fender pulled half off… all in parking lots. all when my car was standing still. As in… parked!
    My pet peeve? Little blonde chicks who drive monster trucks they can neither afford or maneuver. Seriously, if you can’t park it? Don’t drive it!!

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